Ask me not now of the day just past,

Nor of the music, not the sunset,

Nor the hour I had with you.

Words are too weak to say the thing I feel -

Words have no power

To speak my thought.

Ask me not now,

But let me have the memory to keep

Throughout the days until the time comes

When suddenly the cherished word

May leap put from my eyes,

Having long lain against my heart.

As throbbed the bells that rang last night,

As, afterwards, a look

May thank you for a lovely song you sang.