I
Like the ghost of a dear friend dead
Is Time long past.
A tone which is now forever fled,
A hope which is now forever past,
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Was Time long past.
II
There were sweet dreams in the night
Of Time long past:
And, was it sadness or delight,
Each day a shadow onward cast 10
Which made us wish it yet might last—
That Time long past.
III
There is regret, almost remorse,
For Time long past.
'Tis like a child's belovèd corse 15
A father watches, till at last
Beauty is like remembrance, cast
From Time long past.