Like the ghost of a dear friend dead Is
Time long past. A
tone which is now forever fled, A
hope which is now forever past, A
love so sweet it could not last, Was
Time long past. There
were sweet dreams in the night Of
Time long past: And,
was it sadness or delight, Each
day a shadow onward cast Which
made us wish it yet might last – That
Time long past. There
is regret, almost remorse, For
Time long past. ’Tis
like a child’s belovèd corse A
father watches, till at last Beauty
is like remembrance, cast From
Time long past. 1820. |
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