With Sweet Regret'(The Dearest Thing That Yesterday Has Left Us)' We Often Turn Our Homeless Eyes To Scenes Whence Fate Has Reft Us. Here Sitting By A Fading Flame, Wild Waifs Of Song Remind Me Of Annie With Her Gentle Ways, The Girl I Left Behind Me. I Stood Beside The Surging Sea, With Lips Of Silent Passion' I Faced You By The Surging Sea, O Brows Of Mild Repression! I Never Said''My Darling, Stay!''The Moments Seemed To Bind Me To Something Stifling All My Words For The Girl I Left Behind Me. The Pathos Worn By Common Things'By Every Wayside Flower, Or Autumn Leaf On Lonely Winds, Revives The Parting Hour. Ye Swooning Thoughts Without A Voice'Ye Tears Which Rose To Blind Me, Why Did She Fade Into The Dark, The Girl I Left Behind Me. At Night They Always Come To Me, The Tender And True-Hearted; And In My Dreams We Join Again The Hands Which Now Are Parted; And, Looking Through The Gates Of Sleep, The Pleasant Moon Doth Find Me For Ever Wandering With My Love, The Girl I Left Behind Me. You Know My Life Is Incomplete, O Far-Off Faint Ideal! When Shall I Reach You From A Depth Of Darkness Which Is Real? So I May Mingle, Soul In Soul, With Her That Heaven Assigned Me; So She May Lean Upon My Love, The Girl I Left Behind Me.