She rested by the Broken Brook
She drank of Weary Well
She moved beyond my lingering look
Ah, whither none can tell!

She came, she went. In other lands
Perchance in fairer skies
Her hands shall cling with other hands
Her eyes to other eyes

She vanished. In the sounding town
Will she remember too?
Will she recall the eyes of brown
As I recall the blue?