1   There was a time, I need not name,      Since it will ne’er forgotten be,   When all our feelings were the same      As still my soul hath been to thee. 2   And from that hour when first thy tongue      Confess’d a love which equall’d mine,   Though many a grief my heart hath wrung,      Unknown, and thus unfelt, by thine, 3   None, none hath sunk so deep as this—      To think how all that love hath flown;   Transient as every faithless kiss,      But transient in thy breast alone. 4   And yet my heart some solace knew,      When late I heard thy lips declare,   In accents once imagined true,      Remembrance of the days that were. 5   Yes! my adored, yet most unkind!      Though thou wilt never love again,   To me ’tis doubly sweet to find      Remembrance of that love remain. 6   Yes! ’tis a glorious thought to me,      Nor longer shall my soul repine,   Whate’er thou art or e’er shalt be,      Thou hast been dearly, solely mine.