Oft in the stilly night,
   E're slumber's chain has bound me,
Fond Memory brings the light,
     Of another day around me;
           The smiles, the tears,
            Of boyhood years,
The words o love then spoken;
     The eyes that shone
      Now dimmed and gone,
The cheerful hearts now broken.

When I remember all
    The friends so linked together,
I see around me fall,
   Like leaves in wintry weather,
       I feel like one
         Who treads alone
Some banquet hall deserted,
           Whose lights are fled,
And all but me departed.
         Whose garlands dead,
    Thus in the stilly night,
     E're slumbers chain has bound me,
Sad Memory brings the light
   Of other days around me.

*Thomas Moore