’Tis past——the last faint ray of light is gone,
And darkness now pervades the ambient air;
Here let me wander, pensive and alone,
And sighing, think on fleeting joys that were.
That were—alas! that are no longer mine,
Ah! days of happiness how swift ye flew;
When erst I saw the sun of pleasure mine,
And not a cloud its full effulgence knew.
How sad remembrance thrills my aching heart,
As o’er these scenes so lov’d I fondly stray;