The dream is past, and with it fled,
The hopes that once my passion fed;
And darkly die, mid grief and pain,
The joys which gone come not again.
My soul, in silence and in tears
Has cherish'd now for many years;
A love for one, who does not know
The thoughts that in my bosom glow.
Oh! cease my heart, thy throbbing hide
Another soon will be his bride;
And hopes last faint but cheering ray,
Will then forever pass away.
They cannot see the silent tear
That falls uncheck'd when none are near;
Nor do they mark the smother'd sigh,
That leaves my breast when they are by.
I know my cheek is paler now,
And smiles no longer deck my brow;
'Tis youth's dcay, 'twill soon begin
To tell the thoughts that dwell within
Oh! let me rouse my sleeping pride,
And from his gate, my feelings hide;
He shall not smile, to think that I,
With love for him could pine and die.
Glover, Stephen and Auburn, Edward Fitz, "The Dream is Past" (1839). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 890.
The views expressed in this paper are solely those of the author.