A Bygone Occasion
1922
THAT night, that night,That song, that song!Will such again be evened quiteThrough lifetimes long?
No mirth was shownTo outer seers,But mood to match has not been knownIn modern years.
O eyes that smiled,O lips that lured;That such would last was one beguiledTo think ensured!
That night, that night,That song, that song;O drink to its recalled delight,Though tears may throng!