When We First Met, Dark Wintry Skies Were Glooming, And The Wild Winds Sang Requiem To The Year; But Thou, In All Thy Beauty'S Pride Wert Blooming, And My Young Heart Knew Hope Without A Fear. When We Last Parted, Summer Suns Were Smiling, And The Bright Earth Her Flowery Vesture Wore; But Thou Hadst Lost The Power Of Beguiling, For My Wrecked, Wearied Heart, Could Hope No More.