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