I am alone—alas! stern death has won
Hearts that I cherished, and fond eyes of light;
Kind tones are hushed, and brows I gazed upon
In life’s full glory greet no more my sight—
I am alone!
Alone—alone!—for unto me no more
The living turn with thought or feeling’s flow.
And joy for me I feel on earth is o’er—
I never more shall love or friendship know—
I am alone!