Forget not the honey days, dear of yore,
And the souvenirs with which they went by;
Those cherished memories, sweet, are no more,
For yester, darling, was heaven with thou nigh.
The Eglantine, the starry daffodils,
The daisies, roses that I could retrace;
The lilies grown in lakes and by the rills,
All seemed fading with the glance of thy face.
The song sparrows, the larks and their sweet lays
The happy swain with the tuneful bassoon;
The Grecian nightingales and the coal black jays,
All hushed whence with thy harp thou wert in tune.
Forget not the honey days, dear, of yore,
And the souvenirs with which they went by;
Those cherished memories, sweet, are no more,
For yester, darling, was heaven with thou nigh.
As the tide of years sweeps by, remember,
Oh, darling! those past ecstasies that once we shared;
My heart to thee dear, hence did surrender,
And since for thee lone in the world I cared.
Recall that I’ll love thee ever the more,
And yearn to see thy face and hear thy song;
Oh darling! I’m still waiting by the shore,
Where ships are looming, wilt thine tarry long?