[Verse 1]
Passion’s trance is overpast,
Still I pray that truth will last.
I can dream, and hold in me
The love you once gave tenderly.

[Verse 2]
Please don’t close your heart to mine,
Or plant resentment in its spine.
Departure isn’t the end I see —
There’s still a hope inside of me.

[Bridge]
I told myself to walk with grace,
Even as love leaves no trace.
May kindness linger, soft and clear,
Though all that bound us disappears.

[Outro]
And if one day, we meet again,
I hope we speak as gentle friends.
Not all that fades is lost or gone —
Some hearts still hum a quiet song.

Shelley’s Original Poem

I
When passion’s trance is overpast,
If tenderness and truth could last,
Or live, whilst all wild feelings keep
Some mortal slumber, dark and deep,
I should not weep, I should not weep!

II
It were enough to feel, to see,
Thy soft eyes gazing tenderly,
And dream the rest—and burn and be
The secret food of fires unseen,
Couldst thou but be as thou hast been.

III
After the slumber of the year
The woodland violets reappear;
All things revive in field or grove,
And sky and sea, but two, which move
And form all others—life and love.