The transient time, for ever past, 

 How shall I dare review!? 

The fatal day we parted last, 

 And wept out last adieu! 

Alas! that day has swell'd to years? 

That sorrow to a sea of tears! 


I would the mournful thoughts would fly, 

 Regretted, loved in vain, 

Among the dreams of memory 

 That never come again!? 

Would their remembrance might decay, 

Swept like the autumn leaves away!