Ah me, but where are now the songs I sang
When life was sweet because you call’d them sweet?
What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow.
What are brief? today and tomorrow.
What are frail? spring blossoms and youth.
What are deep? the ocean and truth.
I lock my door upon myself,
And bar them out; but who shall wall
Self from myself, most loathed of all?
For I have hedged me with a thorny hedge,
I live alone, I look to die alone:
Yet sometimes, when a wind sighs through the sedge,
Ghosts of my buried years, and friends come back,
My heart goes sighing after swallows flown
On sometime summer's unreturning track.