Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream,

And I seek thee in vain by the meadow and stream.

Thou art gone.

Tho' lost to sight, to mem'ry dear

Thou ever wilt remain;

One only hope my heart can cheer,—

The hope to meet again.

Oh fondly on the past I dwell,

And oft recall those hours

When, wand'ring down the shady dell,