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Old Love Letters

A day, a week, a month are past,
Another year is by;
Beside her on the open'd desk,
His old love letters lie.
She reads them till the day-light fades,
And 'neath the moon-lit sky,
She sleeps at rest, for on her breast
Those old love letters lie.

Ah me!
Ah me!
Ah me! that those who meet in smiles,
So soon in tears should part.
Ah me! that those who meet in smiles,
So soon in tears should part.

He lov'd her well;
A warrior brave
He sought the deadly fray
But ere her first love letter came,
His soul had passed away!
A flow'r she gave, a pictur'd face,
A tress of golden hair;
And death that chill'd his warm heart,
Found those old love letters there!

Arthur Sullivan

Description
Old Love Letters

A day, a week, a month are past,
Another year is by;
Beside her on the open'd desk,
His old love letters lie.
She reads them till the day-light fades,
And 'neath the moon-lit sky,
She sleeps at rest, for on her breast
Those old love letters lie.

Ah me!
Ah me!
Ah me! that those who meet in smiles,
So soon in tears should part.
Ah me! that those who meet in smiles,
So soon in tears should part.

He lov'd her well;
A warrior brave
He sought the deadly fray
But ere her first love letter came,
His soul had passed away!
A flow'r she gave, a pictur'd face,
A tress of golden hair;
And death that chill'd his warm heart,
Found those old love letters there!

Arthur Sullivan