To let our happy past

Ne’er be recalled; for ah! it was

Too sweet, too bright! to last.

But yet you say that you’re my friend,

And still as fond and true;

While I ne’er care to see thy face,

Or have one thought of you.

Then ne’er again recall those days

When roguish Cupid played

At twining garlands ’round our hearts

Only to wilt and fade;

For I have with a steady hand,

Not heeding Love’s sweet art,

Unwound them from their resting place

And freed your faithless heart.