Soon was gladness flown;
Peace was last to fly,—
I am alone!
And I weary for the old days,
And those who would not stay;
These are the cold days,—
Summer hath fled away!
Soon was gladness flown;
Peace was last to fly,—
I am alone!
And I weary for the old days,
And those who would not stay;
These are the cold days,—
Summer hath fled away!