Remembrance, what wilt thou with me? The year br Declined; in the still air the thrush piped clear, br The languid sunshine did incurious peer br Among the thinned leaves of the forest sere. br br We were alone, and pensively we strolled, br With straying locks and fancies, when, behold br Her turn to let her thrilling gaze enfold, br And ask me in her voice of living gold, br br Her fresh young voice, 'What was thy happiest day?' br I smiled discreetly for all answer, and br Devotedly I kissed her fair white hand.