I looked on thee in former days, And thought thee wondrous fair; 'Twas rapture then to fondly gaze, And feel thy presence there. Thine eyes possessed a happy beam, Thy cheeks a rosy glow, Thou wert as lovely as a dream, But that was long ago, Malene, Yes, very long ago. When, arm in arm upon the hill We strayed away so long, And never felt the time until We heard the night-bird's song. The lights upon the river shone That darkly rolled below, When I believed thee all mine own— But that was long ago. Malene, But that was long ago, I look upon thee sadly now, Remembering that scene— The whisper of a broken vow— And think what might have been. It was a boyish dream divine, As such I let it go; I take thy little hand in mine, But not as long ago, Malene, No, not as long ago. |