Part 6 — A LAMENT.

I stand where I last stood with thee! Sorrow, O sorrow! There is not a leaf on the trysting-tree; There is not a joy on the earth to me; Sorrow, O sorrow! When shalt thou be once again what thou wert? Oh, the sweet yesterdays fled from the heart! Have they a morrow?— Here we stood, ere we parted, so close side by side; Two lives that once part, are as ships that divide When, moment on moment, there rushes between The one and the other, a sea;— Ah, never can fall from the days that have been A gleam on the years that shall be!