Yes! I had hope when first we met,
 For hope and joy were in thine eye;
'Twas long before I could forget,
 I trusted thee so tenderly.


And even now, though years are flown,
 And all that charm'd me then was vain,
I think on happy moments flown,
 Until they seem to live again.


But I awake to truth and woe,
 And vanish'd is the pleasing dream,
Like the frail shade the moonbeams throw,
 Or image in the passing stream