REGRETS.
Forever here—however bright
The morn of life may be,
However swift our bark may glide
O'er pleasure's sunny sea,
A shadow follows in our steps,
And speaks imploringly.
The morn of life may be,
However swift our bark may glide
O'er pleasure's sunny sea,
A shadow follows in our steps,
And speaks imploringly.
Of lost affections hear it speak,
Such as the world ne'er gave,
Torn ruthlessly from out the heart
That could, and would not, save:
It wraps a shroud around them all,
And drops them in the grave.
Such as the world ne'er gave,
Torn ruthlessly from out the heart
That could, and would not, save:
It wraps a shroud around them all,
And drops them in the grave.
And from their dust strange faces rise,
All cheerless and alone,
That murmur in our ears a changed
And yet familiar tone,
And phantoms wander by our side,
And make our walks their own.
All cheerless and alone,
That murmur in our ears a changed
And yet familiar tone,
And phantoms wander by our side,
And make our walks their own.
No matter whether in the sun,
Or 'neath the greenwood tree;
No matter howsoever light
Or 'neath the greenwood tree;
No matter howsoever light
