  Illustrated T The day goes down red, darkling, The moaning waves dash out the light, And there is not a star of hope sparkling On the threshold of my night. Wild winds of Autumn go wailing Up the valley and over the hill, Like yearning ghosts round the world sailing, In search of the old love still. A fathomless sea is rolling O'er the wreck of the bravest bark; And my pain-muffled heart is tolling Its dumb peal down in the dark. The waves of a mighty sorrow Have whelmÉd the pearl of my life; And there cometh to me no morrow Shall solace this desolate strife. woman gazing out of open window Gone are the last faint flashes, Set is the sun of my years; And over a few poor ashes I sit in my darkness and tears. decoration |
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