I muse me now of the beautiful days, The halcyon days of yore; And wonder if e’er on life’s stormy sea Such days I shall ever see more. The sky is as blue-tinted now as then, And the sunlight just as bright; But they gladden me not as in other days Ere she faded from my sight.

The clouds with their purple and amber hues⁠— Their gossamer robes of snow⁠— And the stars at the quiet twilight hour In calm, clear beauty glow. And music sweet as Aeolian harp Is echoing far and wide⁠— But, sure, naught gladdens my heart as before She faded away from my side.