Two Mays between
Of the flow'rs that shone
And your own sweet queen?
They are dead and gone."
There is the burden—"dead and gone." Another singer chants to us thus—
"Merely a round of shadow shows
Shadow shapes that are born to die
Like a light that sinks, like a wind that goes,
Vanishing on to the By-and-by.
Life, sweet life, as she flutters nigh,