Dost Thou Remember That Place So Lonely, A Place For Lovers And Lovers Only, Where First I Told Thee All My Secret Sighs? When, As The Moonbeam That Trembled O'Er Thee Illumed Thy Blushes, I Knelt Before Thee, And Read My Hope'S Sweet Triumph In Those Eyes? Then, Then, While Closely Heart Was Drawn To Heart, Love Bound Us--Never, Never More To Part! And When I Called Thee By Names The Dearest[1] That Love Could Fancy, The Fondest, Nearest,-- "My Life, My Only Life!" Among The Rest; In Those Sweet Accents That Still Enthral Me, Thou Saidst, "Ah!" Wherefore Thy Life Thus Call Me? "Thy Soul, Thy Soul'S The Name I Love Best; "For Life Soon Passes,--But How Blest To Be "That Soul Which Never, Never Parts From Thee!"