I remember all, although now quite alone,
how verdant was our green spun earth,
though now alas! smiling Spring has flown,
thus sit I now in solitude by the cold cold hearth,
wrapt in quietude, then dreams of yore intrude,
when days were filled with laughter'd mirth,
highlight grey the days now spent in solitude,
tell of empty hours, sad, souless, without worth,
Oh! how sweet t'were those carefree days of youth,
tho' long since flown, now in a foreign place,
Oh! such was love, awashed in gayiety's truth,
Alas! pangs of fleeting time its joy re-trace,
no wishful thinking can its sun-lit hours re-trace,
yet, hold dear, love soaked images that still art mine,
fadeless love have I, deemed by fates good grace,
makes this dark abyss, forever bright, divine,


No, not truly alone, for I can hold
remembrance sweet, the heart engage,
gathers a casket of gems whose wealth unfold
love scribed lines, on each daily page,
Heaven penned by God's poetic sage,
for in each soft line, the inner being own
the theatre, that was love's exclusive stage,
therefor methinks, how can I be alone,

Alone! no not whilst the song birds note
rise heavenward, as they in unison sing,
a thousand soulful sounds, echoing float
to fill the air on crisp the morning wing,
like as oft, coloured twilight constant bring
a kaleidoscope of wondrous nature's glee,
poignant as the jubliant memories held of thee,

Alone! no, for once our hand held company
ignite the fires, the homespun inglenook
that silent served love's river, still sanctify
the bonds that fleeting time has ne'er forsook,
I remember, each breath, each joyous sigh
wrapt in beauty like a poetic tone,
elevates thoughts of thee and the bye and bye,
thus,in love's remembrance, scarce can I be alone.