ON ACCIDENTALLY MEETING A LADY NOW NO MORE. WRITTEN MANY YEARS AFTER THE FOREGOING SONNETS. William Lisle Bowles Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. Bowles, William Lisle, 1762-1850. The Poetical Works of William Lisle Bowles, Vol. I. With Memoir, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes by George Gilfillan. Edinburgh James Nichol, 9 North Bank Street... 1855 pp. 24-25.

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ON ACCIDENTALLY MEETING A LADY NOW NO MORE . WRITTEN MANY YEARS AFTER THE FOREGOING SONNETS . When last we parted , thou wert young and fair — How beautiful let fond remembrance say ! Alas ! since then old Time has stol'n away Nigh forty years , leaving my temples bare : — So hath it perished , like a thing of air , That dream of love and youth : — we now are gray ; Yet still remembering youth's enchanted way , Though time has changed my look , and blanched my hair , Though I remember one sad hour with pain , And never thought , long as I yet might live , And parted long , to hear that voice again ; — I can a sad , but cordial greeting , give , And for thy welfare breathe as warm a prayer , Lady , as when I loved thee young and fair !