spirits of our chosen -
our most congenial circle,
- Years have passed
away - I have roamed
far & wide - sat at many
pleasant fire-sides -
seen many kind faces -
- laughed & talked with
many people - but they all
fade into insignificance
and grow dim before the
remembered lustre of those
radiant evenings! -
No more of this - we
cannot bear it - much
has forever gone, but our
love remains imperishable.
- Only life is passing
and I never see you -