Regret

F. Allitsen

Oh! to relive that eve in the early summer!

By the river's bank we strayed,

Watched the sunset pale and fade,

Then, as the stars softly glimmering shone,

Long time we lingered, silent, alone.

Oh! blissful hour of peace and rest,

Divinely calm, serenely blest.

No more estranged, no more apart,

Soul spoke to soul, and heart to heart;

Mine was that hour, and yet, alas!

No words would come, I let it pass.

Oh! to relive that eve in the early summer!

Its joy, its pain, are with me yet,

I mourn it, with a life's regret!