Since last was heard my tone;
Enough, that thy poor human heart
Has sorrowed not alone;
Enough, that when thou hearest now,
I tell of treasures gone.
“There has been beauty in my path,
And I have whispered low
To rose-buds till their cheek has flushed;
Have fanned eve’s crimson glow,
And dimpled founts, where sunbeams danced,