Sonnet 3 Poem by Joanna Baillie

WHEN last we parted, thou wert young and fair,
How beautiful let fond remembrance say!
Alas! since then, old time has stol'n away
Full thirty years, leaving my temples bare.-
So has it perish'd like a thing of air,
The dream of love and youth!-now both are grey,
Yet still remembering that delightful day,
Tho' time with his cold touch has blanch'd my hair,
Tho' I have suffer'd many years of pain,
Since then; tho' I did never think to live
To hear that voice or see those eyes again,
I can a sad, but cordial greeting give,
And for thy welfare breathe as warm a pray'r,
-As when I lov'd thee young and fair!