Joys that we've tasted may sometimes return,
But the torch when once wasted ah! How can it burn
Splendours now clouded, say when will ye shine?
Broke is the goblet and wasted the wine!

Many the changes since last we met,
Blushes have brighten'd, and tears have been wept;
Friends have been scatter'd like roses in bloom,
Some at the bridal some at the tomb

I've stood in yon chamber, but one was not there,
Hush'd was the lutestring and vacant the chair
Lips of love's melody, where are ye borne,
Never to smile again, never to mourn!