THRENOS
There is nothing so beautiful now
As it used to be,
Something has gone from the grass,
And the flower, and the tree,
Something, O thou who art gone!
That faded with thee,
And there’s nothing so beautiful now
As it used to be.
Youth, with its faith in the world
And its dreams divine,
Youth, that is filled with delight
As the grape with wine,
Youth, like the moon from the night,
Has gone from me,
And there’s nothing so beautiful now
As it used to be.
A glory has passed from the sky,
And a joy from earth;
There are tears in the music that once
Spake only of mirth;
I know there is death in the world
Under all that I see,
And there’s nothing so beautiful now
As it used to be.