You, you, my friend, who were so kind and gay,
Who, if we wept, could laugh our tears away,
Do you still smile? Enwrapt by heaven's content,
Does aught remain of earth's old merriment?
Forgive me, Dear, though many years have sped,
I laugh to-day, remembering things you said.

You, you, my friend, who were so kind and gay,
Who, if we wept, could laugh our tears away,
Do you still smile? Enwrapt by heaven's content,
Does aught remain of earth's old merriment?
Forgive me, Dear, though many years have sped,
I laugh to-day, remembering things you said.