TO ———
THE bright dream's fled; it could not last,
It was too wildly passionate.
We lov'd too well, though now 'tis past,
I cannot bring my soul to hate.
It was too wildly passionate.
We lov'd too well, though now 'tis past,
I cannot bring my soul to hate.
I spend my days in thinking o'er
The happy hours of thrilling bliss
I've passed with thee. Ah! Nevermore
This cheek will burn beneath thy kiss.
The happy hours of thrilling bliss
I've passed with thee. Ah! Nevermore
This cheek will burn beneath thy kiss.
You lov'd me once. Forget it not
Whene'er thy spirit thinks on mine.
My frailties, in pity, blot,
From out the pale of Memory's shrine.
Whene'er thy spirit thinks on mine.
My frailties, in pity, blot,
From out the pale of Memory's shrine.
With the brief dream my passion died.
But from its ashes there arose
A calmer love, which will abide
Until I in the dust repose.
But from its ashes there arose
A calmer love, which will abide
Until I in the dust repose.
And when I pray, I murmur still
Thy name with those I love so well.
Oh! doomed to part by Fate's stern will,
I find it hard to say "Farewell."
Thy name with those I love so well.
Oh! doomed to part by Fate's stern will,
I find it hard to say "Farewell."
