I'm thinking of the wooing br That won my maiden heart br When he--he came pursuing br A love unused to art. br Into the drowsy river br The moon transported flung br Her soul that seemed to quiver br With the songs my lover sung. br And the stars in rapture twinkled br On the slumbrous world below-- br You see that, old and wrinkled, br I'm not forgetful--no! br br He still should be repeating br The vows he uttered then-- br Alas! the years, though fleeting, br Are truer yet than men! br The summer moonlight glistens br In the favorite trysting spot br Where the river ever listens br For a song it heareth not.