Separation.

Parted cruelly from thee,

What, Oh! what is life to me?

‘ Tis the morn without the lark;

It is wine without its spark.

Christmas time without its glee;

Music without harmony.

New Year's eve devoid of mirth;

Winter night without the hearth.

‘ Tis a day without the light;

‘ Tis a moonless, starless night.

Thorn-bush, barren of its leaf;

Weeping, without its relief.

‘ Tis a fire, but unconsuming;

Poisonous plant, but never blooming.

Ship becalmed, without its peace;

Death, without its sweet release.