I knew it would be very lonesome without you; but I thought it would be some comfort to see again the places where we walked together, and sang together, and called each other all manner of foolish fond names.

Do you remember how many variations you rung upon my name,--Rosabella, Rosalinda, Rosamunda, Rosa Regina?
How you did pelt me with roses! Do you remember how happy we were in the garden bower?
How we sang together the old-fashioned canzonet, 'Love in thine eyes forever plays'?
And how the mocking-bird imitated your guitar, while you were singing the Don Giovanni serenade?
"I was thinking this all over, as I rode alone over the same ground we traversed on that happy day.

But it was so different without the love-light of your eyes and the pressure of your dear hand, that I felt the tears gathering, and had all manner of sad thoughts.

I feared you didn't care for me as you used to do, and were finding it easy to live without me.

But when I entered the parlor that overlooks the beautiful lawn, all my doubts vanished.