When Last We Parted, Thou Wert Young And Fair How Beautiful Let Fond Remembrance Say! Alas! Since Then Old Time Has Stol'N Away Nigh Forty Years, Leaving My Temples Bare: So Hath It Perished, Like A Thing Of Air, That Dream Of Love And Youth: We Now Are Gray; Yet Still Remembering Youth'S Enchanted Way, Though Time Has Changed My Look, And Blanched My Hair, Though I Remember One Sad Hour With Pain, And Never Thought, Long As I Yet Might Live, And Parted Long, To Hear That Voice Again; I Can A Sad, But Cordial Greeting, Give, And For Thy Welfare Breathe As Warm A Prayer, Lady, As When I Loved Thee Young And Fair!