So in the heart,  
  When, fading slowly down the past,  
  Fond memories depart,  
  And each that leaves it seems the last;  
  Long after all the rest are flown,  
  Returns a solitary tone,—  
  The after-echo of departed years,—  
  And touches all the soul to tears.
The After-Echo, st. 2 (1871).























