Time Long Past

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,
A love so sweet it could not last,
         Was Time long past.
  There were sweet dreams in the night
         Of Time long past:
And, was it sadness or delight,
Each day a shadow onward cast
Which made us wish it yet might last—
         That Time long past.
  There is regret, almost remorse,
         For Time long past.
'Tis like a child’s belovèd corse
A father watches, till at last
Beauty is like remembrance, cast
         From Time long past.
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