Original melody for a poem by Ella Wheeler-Wilcox (185-1919)
A sentiment which perhaps expresses some of the deeply felt emotions of this current time of reassessment, letting go and saying farewell.
Lyric:
One moment alone in the garden,
Under the August skies;
The moon had gone but the stars shone on,—
Shone like your beautiful eyes.
Away from the glitter and gaslight,
Alone in the garden there,
While the mirth of the throng, in laugh and song,
Floated out on the air.

You looked down through the starlight,
And I looked up at you;
And a feeling came that I could not name,—
Something strange and new.
Friends of a few weeks only,—
Why should it give me pain
To know you would go on the morrow,
And would not come again?