True Love Can Ne\u27er Forget

Tenderly but not too slow True love can ne\u27er forgetfondly as when we metDearest I love thee yet, my darling one! Thus sung a minstrel greyHis sweet impassiond layDown by the Ocean\u27s sprayAt rise of sunBut wither\u27d was the minstrel\u27s sightMorn to him was dark as nightYet his heart was full of lightAs he this lay begun True love can ne\u27er forget fondly as when we met Dearest I love thee yet, my darling one! Long year are past and o\u27erSince from this fatal shoreCold hearts and cold winds bore my love from meScarcely the minstrel spokeWhen quick with flashing strokeA boat\u27s light oar the silence broke over the seaSoon upon her native strandDoth a lovely Lady landWhile the Minstrel\u27s love taught handDid o\u27er his sweet harp run. True love can ne\u27er forget fondly as when we met Dearest I love thee yet, my darling one! Where the Minstrel sat aloneThere that Lady fair hath goneWithin his hand she plac\u27d her ownThe Bard dropt on his kneeFrom his lip soft blessings cameHe kiss\u27d her hand with truest flameIn trembling tones he nam\u27d her nameThough her je could not see But oh! the touch the Bard could tellOf that dear hand remember\u27d wellAh! by many a secret spellCan True love trace his ownFor True love can ne\u27er forgetFondly as whey they metHe lov\u27d his Lady yetHis darling one