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Somebody said, in the crowd, last eve, / That you were married, or soon to be. / I have not thought of you, I believe, / Since last we parted. Let me see: / Five long Summers have passed since then- / Each has been pleasant in its own way- / And you are but one of a dozen men / Who have played the suitor a Summer day.
But, nevertheless, when I heard your name, / Coupled with some one's, not my own, / There burned in my bosom a sudden flame, / That carried me back to the day that is flown. / I was sitting again by the laughing brook, / With you at my feet, and the sky above, / And my heart was fluttering under your look- / The unmistakable look of Love.