"Thou Art the Queen of My Song"

I hear from thee in the coldest
  coldest words
      
     days of
The days are gone when [?]summer bright and gay
   love we so fondly
The days of bliss we together whiled away
But dreaming still dreaming
  Know   smiles still are
I see thy [? my nightly?] beaming
 Gentle gentle queen of my song
    Thy  truthful
Come with that truthful tender ^ voice to me
 Come from the gay and [?living?]ring throng
  and thine eyes will
Come that thine eyes may still rejoice
    to me
 Gentle gentle queen of my song