Classic Poem

The sweetest words in music clothed,
That in my memry live
Have not the charm that one kind word
From thy fond lips could give
And yet, alas! thou didst distrust
The heart so true to thee;
Time yet may come in which thou must
Again remember me:
Time yet may come in which thou must
Again remember me?
Isabel! Isabel! Isabel, lost Isabel!

2.

I love the scenes where we have strayed;
Thy songs still haunt me yet;
Thy gifts I price, thy words — thy smiles —
I never can forget.
Farewell, farewell! Since thou art gone,
Sad is my lone decree;
But days may come in which thou must
Again remember me.
Isabel, lost Isabel!

3.

My thoughts still follow after thee,
And wander here and there,
Like thistle-down in autumn days
Upon the chilly air.
Since thou art gone, fair Isabel,
Whate'er thy dreams may be,
Are there not hours in which again
Thou must remember me?
Isabel, lost Isabel!