O dream, where art thou now? āàLong years have passed away Since cast from off thine angel brow āàI saw the light decay. Alas! alas for me! āàThou wert so bright and fair, I could not think thy memory āàWould yield me nought but care! The moonbeam and the storm, āàThe summer eve divine, The silent night of solemn calm, āàThe full moon's cloudless shine, Were once entwined with thee, āàBut now with weary pain. Lost vision! 'tis enough for me āàThou canst not shine again. |