Louisa Stuart Costello (1799-1870 / France)
Song.—The transient time
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!
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