Somebody said, in the crowd, last eve, br That you were married, or soon to be. br I have not thought of you, I believe, br Since last we parted. Let me see: br Five long Summers have passed since then – br Each has been pleasant in its own way – br And you are but one of a dozen men br Who have played the suitor a Summer day. br br But, nevertheless, when I heard your name, br Coupled with some one’s, not my own, br There burned in my bosom a sudden flame, br That carried me back to the day that is flown. br I was sitting again by the laughing brook, br With you at my feet, and the sky above, br And my heart was fluttering under your look – br The unmistakable look of Love. br br Again your breath, like a South wind, fanned br My cheek, where the blushes came and went; br And the tender clasp of your strong, warm hand br Sudden thrills through my pulses sent. br Again you were mine by Love’s decree: br So for a moment it seemed last night, br When somebody mentioned your name to me. br br Just for the moment I thought you mine – br Loving me, wooing me, as of old. br The tale remembered seemed half divine – br Though I held it lightly enough when told. br The past seemed fairer than when it was near, br As ‘blessings brighten when taking flight, ’ br And just for the moment I held you near – br When somebody mentioned your name last night.