WheNe'er I Recollect The Happy Time When You And I Held Converse Dear Together, There Come A Thousand Thoughts Of Sunny Weather, Of Early Blossoms, And The Fresh Year'S Prime; Your Memory Lives For Ever In My Mind With All The Fragrant Beauties Of The Spring, With Od'Rous Lime And Silver Hawthorn Twined, And Many A Noonday Woodland Wandering. There'S Not A Thought Of You, But Brings Along Some Sunny Dream Of River, Field, And Sky; 'Tis Wafted On The Blackbird'S Sunset Song, Or Some Wild Snatch Of Ancient Melody. And As I Date It Still, Our Love Arose 'Twixt The Last Violet And The Earliest Rose.