Poems (Ryan)/Loved and Lost
LOVED AND LOST.
O Loved and Lost! it can not be, We part for aye to-day, That I no more gaily with thee, Down by the brook will stray. The wild rose that we plucked is dead, But ah! its thorns remain Deep in my heart; for joy has fled, Never to come again.
Down by the brook, lover's tales you told, And stole my heart from me,Then locked it with the key of gold You dropped in mem'ry's sea. Though we must part, we'll meet again, Beyond the mists of death. For souls in heaven would harbor pain Without the loved of earth.