Poems (E. L. F.)/The forsaken
THE FORSAKEN.
And thou art gone, and I am left Alone in heart and feeling;Of every hope and joy bereft, And sadness o'er me stealing.
There seems 10 gladness on the earth, No brightness in the sky;I never hear the voice of mirth Float on the breezes by.
There is no voice to tell me now That I am loved and dear;There is no hand to wipe away The bitter, burning tear.
The scenes I used to gaze upon, The flowers I loved to tend, The music that I doted on, No more a pleasure lend.
I live the long sad hours away— They bring no joy to me;I never loved the bright or gay That was unshared by thee.