Poem by Louisa Stuart Costello

Song (The transient time, for ever past)

The transient time, for ever past,
   How shall I dare review!—
The fatal day we parted last,
   And wept out last adieu!
Alas! that day has swell'd to years—
That sorrow to a sea of tears!

I would the mournful thoughts would fly,
   Regretted, loved in vain,
Among the dreams of memory
   That never come again!—
Would their remembrance might decay,
Swept like the autumn leaves away! 

1. The Return to Paraclete
2. Song (I will not ask one glance from thee)
3. November Fifth
4. Song (When others saw thee gay and vain)
5. Lines (I cannot sleep—my nights glide on)

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