The Woods Waved Welcome In The Breeze, When, Many Years Ago, Lured By The Songs Of Birds And Bees, I Sought The Dell Below; And There, In That Secluded Spot, Where Silver Streamlets Roved, Twined The Green Ivy Round The Cot Of Her I Fondly Loved. In Dreams Still Near That Porch I Stand To Listen To Her Vow! Still Feel The Pressure Of Her Hand Upon My Burning Brow! And Here, As In The Days Gone By, With Joy I Meet Her Yet, And Mark The Love-Light Of Her Eyes, Fringed With Its Lash Of Jet. O Fleeting Vision Of The Past! From Memory Glide Away! Ye Were Too Beautiful To Last, Too Good To Longer Stay! But Why, Attesting Evening Star, This Sermon Sad Recall: "Than Love And Lose 'Tis Better Far To Never Love At All!"