Somebody said, in the crowd, last eve, That you were married, or soon to be.

I have not thought of you, I believe, Since last we parted. Let me see:

Five long Summers have passed since then -Each has been pleasant in its own way -

And you are but one of a dozen men Who have played the suitor a Summer day.

But, nevertheless, when I heard your name, Coupled with some one's, not my own, There burned in my bosom a sudden flame, That carried me back to the day that is flown.

I was sitting again by the laughing brook, With you at my feet, and the sky above, And my heart was fluttering under your look -The unmistakable look of Love.

Again your breath, like a South wind, fanned My cheek, where the blushes came and went;And the tender clasp of your strong, warm hand Sudden thrills through my pulses sent.

Again you were mine by Love's own right -Mine for ever by Love's decree:

So for a moment it seemed last night, When somebody mentioned your name to me.

Just for the moment I thought you mine -

Loving me, wooing me, as of old.

The tale remembered seemed half divine -

Though I held it lightly enough when told.

The past seemed fairer than when it was near, As "blessings brighten when taking flight;"And just for the moment I held you dear -When somebody mentioned your name last night.