A LAMENT
The Broussa evening fades in night;
The stars appear serene and bright;
Ah! would that they might shed their light
On you and me together.
Four years have come, four years have gone,
And still I linger here alone
And count the stars that might have shone
On you and me together.
The evenings fade, the nights go by;
The stars move on across the sky, --
What nights and days between us lie
We might have spent together!
The grooves of life that lovers wear
Deeper and deeper every year
And tread together are, my dear,
Untrod by us together.
The Broussa evening fades in night;
The stars appear serene and bright;
Ah! would that they might shed their light
On you and me together.
Four years have come, four years have gone,
And still I linger here alone
And count the stars that might have shone
On you and me together.
The evenings fade, the nights go by;
The stars move on across the sky, --
What nights and days between us lie
We might have spent together!
The grooves of life that lovers wear
Deeper and deeper every year
And tread together are, my dear,
Untrod by us together.