Who have loved and ceased to love, forget br That ever they loved in their lives, they say; br Only remember the fever and fret, br And the pain of Love, that was all his pay; br All the delight of him passes away br From hearts that hoped, and from lips that met - br Too late did I love you, my love, and yet br I shall never forget till my dying day. br br Too late were we 'ware of the secret net br That meshes the feet in the flowers that stray; br There were we taken and snared, Lisette, br In the dungeon of La Fausse Amistie; br Help was there none in the wide world's fray, br Joy was there none in the gift and the debt; br Too late we knew it, too long regret - br I shall never forget till my dying day! br br We must live our lives, though the sun be set, br Must meet in the masque where parts we play, br Must cross in the maze of Life's minuet; br Our yea is yea, and our nay is nay: br But while snows of winter or flowers of May br Are the sad year's shroud or coronet, br In the season of rose or of violet, br I shall never forget till my dying day! br br ENVOY.