Ashes Of Life

Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike;

    Eat I must, and sleep I will, — and would that night were here!

  But ah! — to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike!

    Would that it were day again! — with twilight near! 

  Love has gone and left me and I don't know what to do;

    This or that or what you will is all the same to me; 

  But all the things that I begin I leave before I'm through, — 

    There's little use in anything as far as I can see. 

  Love has gone and left me, — and the neighbors knock and borrow,

    And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse, — 

  And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow

    There's this little street and this little house.