You will go hence, sweetheart, and leave me,
And may forget
We ever met—
And that it is, alas! will grieve me!
And, yet, the past—
How could it last!
And could I know you would deceive me!

The fleeting hours we spent together—
The rambles far
'Neath sun and star
In peaceful calm and stormy weather,
By hedge and stream—
A Summer dream—
Our hearts as light as lightest feather—
Can you forget
That we have met!