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Ah! there are whispers of regret We breathe above its tomb,Our wasted moments mocking us From out its silent gloom.And there are words of bitterness That now we wish unspoken,And haunting spectres gathered there, Of idols we have broken.
We all have shattered dreams that lie Within that darkened vale,Perchance a dear one yielded up— A little life grown pale.And some have partings to recall Of loving hands that met,Whose clinging pressure left a pain We never can forget.For whom does life this wintry night, Beneath the starry glow,Wear still the self-same hue it wore This night twelve months ago?
We cannot stay the tide; as Surely as the grayish pallOf ashes steals on dying coals, Change creeps upon us all,
