A bygone occasion

That night, that night,

That song, that song!

Will such again be evened quite

Through lifetimes long?

No mirth was shown

To outer seers,

But mood to match has not been known

In modern years.

O eyes that smiled,

O lips that lured;

That such would last was one beguiled

To think ensured!

That night, that night,

That song, that song;

O drink to its recalled delight,

Its praise prolong!

O drink to its recalled delight,

Though tears may throng!