Since you left me, home is no longer home,
Nor is the neighbor neighbor, since you went away,
Nor is the friend who kept me company
The friend I knew, nor is the day bright day,
Nor are the sun and moon that shone with light
The same, for they will never shine again.
In desolation you have left the world,
In gloomy darkness, every field and plain.
O, may the crow that at our parting crowed
His feathers lose and without' shelter stand.
My patience fails; my body wastes away
How many veils are torn by death's cruel hand!
I wonder, will our nights come back again,
And will the old home once more hold us twain?
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