  ’Twas an Eden of bloom and beauty, At the dawning sweet and fair, And the incense of sunny bowers Perfumed the summer air. The azure sky domed above it, And the wind that softly sighed, And the song of nature, subtly sweet, I heard there on every side. The car of time, with its worn-out years, Moves sadly along the way; The lonesome voice of the autumn winds Sobs low with the dying day. And once again in the dimming light I stand in the garden gate, But I start—and the tears suffuse my eyes, ’Tis so faded and desolate. |
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