Poems (Sherwin)/To lilia
TO LILLA.
Dear Lilla, I am all alone, With none to sooth—with none to cheer—The hopes which once were mine are flown, And sadly now I linger here.
The voice of gentle love is hushed, And friendship's smiles are not for me, My only hope has long been crushed, And pleasure's face no more I see.
All dark and gloomy is my way, Yet I rejoice in other's glee, And feel once more a kindling ray Of gladness when I think on thee.