THOSE eyes that were so bright, love Have now a dimmer shine, -- But all they've lost in light, love, Was what they gave to mine; But still those orbs reflect, love, The beams of former hours, -- That ripen'd all my joys, my love, And tinted all my flowers! Those locks were brown to see, love, That now are turned so gray, -- But the years were spent with me, love, That stole their hue away; Thy locks no longer share, love, The golden glow of noon, -- But I've seen the world look fair, my love, When silver'd by the moon! That brow was smooth and fair, love, That looks so shaded now, -- But for me it bore the care, love, That spoiled a bonny brow. And though no longer there, love, The gloss it had of yore, -- Still Memory looks and dotes, my love, Where Hope admired before! |