I

That time is dead for ever, child!
Drowned, frozen, dead for ever!
⁠We look on the past
⁠And stare aghast
At the spectres wailing, pale and ghast,⁠
Of hopes which thou and I beguiled
⁠To death on life's dark river.


II

The stream we gazed on then rolled by;
Its waves are unreturning;
⁠But we yet stand⁠
⁠In a lone land,
Like tombs to mark the memory
Of hopes and fears, which fade and flee
⁠In the light of life's dim morning.