Fade, vision bright!
No clinging hands can stay thee
Die, dream of light!
No clasping hands can pray thee;
Farewell, delight!
I have no more to say to thee

The gold was gold the little while it lasted
The dream was true, although its joy be blasted
That hour was mine so swift a time it lasted

Fade, vision bright!
Die, dream of light!
Farewell, Farewell