To lilia

Dear Lilla, I am all alone,With none to sooth—with none to cheer—The hopes which once were mine are flown,And sadly now I linger here.

The voice of gentle love is hushed,And friendship's smiles are not for me,My only hope has long been crushed,And pleasure's face no more I see.

All dark and gloomy is my way,Yet I rejoice in other's glee,And feel once more a kindling rayOf gladness when I think on thee.