OFT, in the stilly night, 
         Ere slumber’s chain has bound me, 
Fond Memory brings the light 
         Of other days around me: 
         The smiles, the tears 
         Of boyhood’s years, 
         The words of love then spoken; 
         The eyes that shone, 
         Now dimm’d and gone, 
         The cheerful hearts now broken! 
Thus, in the stilly night, 
         Ere slumber’s chain has bound me, 
Sad Memory brings the light 
         Of other days around me. 

When I remember all 
         The friends, so link’d together, 
I’ve seen around me fall 
         Like leaves in wintry weather, 
         I feel like one 
         Who treads alone 
         Some banquet-hall deserted, 
         Whose lights are fled, 
         Whose garlands dead, 
         And all but he departed! 
Thus, in the stilly night, 
         Ere slumber’s chain has bound me. 
Sad Memory brings the light 
         Of other days around me.