Oh! Thou be my past
Love twas not meant to last
but I tell thee true
I doth Love you
with thy fond embrace
thy hand upon my face
I dream of love and glee
Alas! Doth thou love me?
or is it but sad farewell
Twould be mine own pure hell
and in my grief
like shadow'd leaf
I fall to the ground
Nay love hath found
to my unending sorrow
thou dost not love on the morrow
Oh! thou be my past
Alas! Twas love not meant to last!