And names the loved ones who from Fate received
A bitter call, and left my heart bereaved.
They hear no more the sequel of my song,
Who heard my early chant with open ear;
Dispersed for ever is the favouring throng,
Dumb the response from friend to friend so dear.
My sorrow floats an unknown crowd among,
Whose very praise comes mingled with strange fear;
And they who once were pleased to hear my lay,
If yet they live, have drifted far away.