Well-A-Day!

By George Pope Morris

Love should be true as the star

Seen in the blue sky afar!—

Not here — now there — like the lay

Of lutes in th’ air!— Well-a-day!

Should love depart, not a tie

Binds up the heart till we die!—

Now here — now there — sad we stray

Life is all care!— Well-a-day!