Deserted

The woods are dim and still, my love, No sound the silence waking, Except the throbbing of my heart That beats while it is breaking.

How could you wound it so, my love, Give pain past human bearing, By rending bonds that only death Absolves from mutual wearing ?

Night breezes pause in flight, my love, Where withered age is lying, To kiss the pallid cheek of one They know is dying—dying.

Goodbye, my love! Goodbye, my love! My soul from earth is going; How dark and lonely is the way,— How chill the wind is blowing!