Thomas Hardy — A Bygone Occasion

       &nbsp That night, that night,        &nbsp That song, that song! Will such again be evened quite        &nbsp Through lifetimes long?        &nbsp No mirth was shown        &nbsp To outer seers, But mood to match has not been known        &nbsp In modern years.        &nbsp O eyes that smiled,        &nbsp O lips that lured; That such would last was one beguiled        &nbsp To think ensured!        &nbsp That night, that night,        &nbsp That song, that song; O drink to its recalled delight,        &nbsp Though tears may throng!