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!