O That I Could Recall the Day

O that I could recall the day
When all my hours to thee were given,
And, as I gazed my soul away,
Thou wert my treasure, world, and heaven!

Then time on noiseless pinions flew,
And life like one bright morning beam'd:
Then love around us roses threw,
Which ever fresh and fragrant seem'd.

And are these moments gone for ever?
And can they ne'er return? No NEVER.

For oh! that cruel traitor Time,
Although he might unheeded move,
Bore off our YOUTH's luxuriant prime,
And also stole the bloom of LOVE.

Yet still the thought of raptures past
Shall gild life's dull remaining store,
As sinking suns a splendour cast
On scenes their presence lights no more.

But are those raptures gone for ever?
And will they ne'er return? No NEVER.