Come, play me that simple air again,

  I used so to love, in life's young day,

And bring, if thou canst, the dreams that then

  Were wakened by that sweet lay

    The tender gloom its strain

      Shed o'er the heart and brow

    Grief's shadow without its pain—

      Say where, where is it now?

But play me the well-known air once more,

  For thoughts of youth still haunt its strain

Like dreams of some far, fairy shore

  We never shall see again.

Sweet air, how every note brings back

  Some sunny hope, some daydream bright,

That, shining o'er life's early track,

  Filled even its tears with light.

    The new-found life that came

    With love's first echoed vow;—

  The fear, the bliss, the shame—

    Ah—where, where are they now?

But, still the same loved notes prolong,

  For sweet 'twere thus, to that old lay,

In dreams of youth and love and song,

  To breathe life's hour away.