by Anne Hunter (1742 - 1821)

Recollection
Language: English 
Our translations:  DUT FRE
The season comes when first we met,
But you return no more.
Why cannot I the days forget,
Which time can ne'er restore?
O days too fair, too bright to last,
Are you indeed forever past?

The fleeting shadows of delight
In memory I trace;
In fancy stop their rapid flight
And all the past replace.
But ah! I wake to endless woes,
And tears the fading visions close.

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Herinnering", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Souvenir", copyright © 2008, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 69