Long ago, ah, long ago?
Then the lily bloom'd to save,
Ere a tear had learn'd to flow
Now it lies upon a grave,
Ah, so very long ago!
While I sat singing, steps came on the path,
Outside the window—what marvel is this?
Steady and solemn, they make my heart wrath,
Steps come towards me, and they are not his!
Steps in the night time pass up to my door;