Thy heart’s light laughter, thy sunny hours,
Thou hast left in our shades with the spring’s wild flowers.
“Under the arch by our mingling made,
Thou and thy brother have gaily play’d;
Ye may meet again where ye roved of yore,
But as ye have met there—oh! never more!”
On rode the youth—and the boughs among,
Thus the free birds o’er his pathway sung:
“Wherefore so fast unto life away?
Thou art leaving for ever thy joy in our lay!