I say, "She was as good as fair," br    When standing by her mound; br "Such passing sweetness," I declare, br    "No longer treads the ground." br I say, "What living Love can catch br    Her bloom and bonhomie, br And what in newer maidens match br    Her olden warmth to me!" br br - There stands within yon vestry-nook br    Where bonded lovers sign, br Her name upon a faded book br    With one that is not mine.