On Accidentally Meeting A Lady Now No More

When last we parted, thou wert young and fair--
  How beautiful let fond remembrance say!
  Alas! since then old Time has stol'n away
  Nigh forty years, leaving my temples bare:--
  So hath it perished, like a thing of air,
  That dream of love and youth:--we now are gray;
  Yet still remembering youth's enchanted way,
  Though time has changed my look, and blanched my hair,
  Though I remember one sad hour with pain,
  And never thought, long as I yet might live,
  And parted long, to hear that voice again;--
  I can a sad, but cordial greeting, give,
  And for thy welfare breathe as warm a prayer,
  Lady, as when I loved thee young and fair!