Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep. - Thomas Haynes Bayly

Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands, And many friends I've met;
Not one fair scene or kindly smile Can this fond heart forget.

Sure it is better, when summer is over To die when all fair things are fading away.

Oh no: we never mention her! Her name is never heard;
My lips are now forbid to speak That once familiar word.