Poems (Follen)/Thou art gone far away
THOU ART GONE FAR AWAY.
Thou art gone far away, far away; O, thou art gone far away, And left me all alone! Thou wert too good to dwell below; With angels thou art gone,To mix thy own pure thoughts with theirs, And left me here alone.
Thou lookedst like a lily, All in its prime cut down; A smile was on thy death-cold face, When I was left alone.
No form so fair and bonny Did Death e'er call his own; And heaven smiled on its sweetest saint, When I was left alone.
But thee I soon will follow. Beneath the cold, gray stone; Thou 'st left me naught to covet here, And I am all alone. O, thou art gone away, far away; O, thou art gone far away, And left me here alone.