Somebody Said, In The Crowd, Last Eve, That You Were Married, Or Soon To Be. I Have Not Thought Of You, I Believe, Since Last We Parted. Let Me See: Five Long Summers Have Passed Since Then - Each Has Been Pleasant In Its Own Way - And You Are But One Of A Dozen Men Who Have Played The Suitor A Summer Day. But, Nevertheless, When I Heard Your Name, Coupled With Some One'S, Not My Own, There Burned In My Bosom A Sudden Flame, That Carried Me Back To The Day That Is Flown. I Was Sitting Again By The Laughing Brook, With You At My Feet, And The Sky Above, And My Heart Was Fluttering Under Your Look - The Unmistakable Look Of Love. Again Your Breath, Like A South Wind, Fanned My Cheek, Where The Blushes Came And Went; And The Tender Clasp Of Your Strong, Warm Hand Sudden Thrills Through My Pulses Sent. Again You Were Mine By Love'S Own Right - Mine Forever By Love'S Decree: So For A Moment It Seemed Last Night, When Somebody Mentioned Your Name To Me. Just For The Moment I Thought You Mine - Loving Me, Wooing Me, As Of Old. The Tale Remembered Seemed Half Divine - Though I Held It Lightly Enough When Told. The Past Seemed Fairer Than When It Was Near, As "Blessings Brighten When Taking Flight;" And Just For The Moment I Held You Dear - When Somebody Mentioned Your Name Last Night.