YOU will not come again br Along the deep-banked lane br To where the field and fold so long have missed you; br You know no more the way br To where, so many a day br Before the world grew gray, br Your lover kissed you. br br br The wonders and delights br Of London days and nights br Hold fast a soul not made for pastoral pleasures; br The scent of mignonette br Brings to you no regret, br No withered flowers lie yet br Among your treasures. br br br And I, who long for you br Sad and glad seasons through, br Find my grief's heart in knowing grief will find you; br Some day you too will sigh, br And lay a dead flower by, br And weep to see joy lie br At last behind you. br br br What though the flower you hide br With London wire be tied? br What though the heart that broke your heart be rotten? br You too at last must miss br The smile, the word, the kiss, br And know how hard it is br To be forgotten.