A wish for something we had before
That’s passed away to return no more.
A selfish sympathy, one’s melancholy,
Then tries to cheer up and wants to be jolly.
Next, we’re lost in a reverie,
The joys of life we can not see.
Keep building castles in the air,
’Till finally one thinks he’s a millionaire—
Then we suddenly awake to realize
We’re living on earth and not in the skies.