For, strange to say, the thick brown hair
Of other days had faded!
Ah, how that face has changed since times
Long passed away, when at "The Limes"
My laughter rang with midnight chimes—
My song was gay and early!
Then hearts were hearts, and blue were skies,
And tender were sweet Lucy's eyes—
When I believed in woman's sighs,
My locks were thick and curly!