Sonnet 3

WHEN last we parted, thou wert young and fair, How beautiful let fond remembrance say! Alas! since then, old time has stol'n away Full thirty years, leaving my temples bare.- So has it perish'd like a thing of air, The dream of love and youth!-now both are grey, Yet still remembering that delightful day, Tho' time with his cold touch has blanch'd my hair, Tho' I have suffer'd many years of pain, Since then; tho' I did never think to live To hear that voice or see those eyes again, I can a sad, but cordial greeting give, And for thy welfare breathe as warm a pray'r, -As when I lov'd thee young and fair!