I say, "She was as good as fair,"
When standing by her mound;
"Such passing sweetness," I declare, "No longer treads the ground."I say, "What living Love can catch Her bloom and bonhomie, And what in newer maidens match Her olden warmth to me!"- There stands within yon vestry-nook Where bonded lovers sign, Her name upon a faded book With one that is not mine.
To him she breathed the tender vow She once had breathed to me, But yet I say, "O love, even now Would I had died for thee!"
