1. She shed her mantle in fever's reckless bout,
Though time for parting was almost at hand,

2. For she recalled the days of grace gone by
And poured for her old song a longing grand,

3. She glanced around at her abode so fair
That ancient trysting-place that love did bless,

4. She yearned with longing love for things familiar there
A place whose ruins muted grief express,

5. She questioned it then harkened for an answer clear
If tomorrow would bring a hoped-for meeting, nay

6. Believe him not who saith your goal is far
Echo repeats that you shall not meet today,

7. With tearful eyes she mourned the days of old
The dear familiar days that are no more

8. Then proudly did her crest aloft she hold
And grieved for that sweet time forever o'er

9. As lightning in the fever she flashed bright
Enchantment glowing in both east and west

10. Her rays were scattered over heaven’s height
Then folded as if they had ne’er been blessed.