Gone

WENT up a year this evening!I recollect it well!Amid no bells nor bravosThe bystanders will tell!Cheerful, as to the village,Tranquil, as to repose,Chastened, as to the chapel,This humble tourist rose.Did not talk of returning,Alluded to no timeWhen, were the gales propitious,We might look for him;Was grateful for the rosesIn life's diverse bouquet,Talked softly of new speciesTo pick another day

Beguiling thus the wonder,The wondrous nearer drew;Hands bustled at the moorings —The crowd respectful grew.Ascended from our visionTo countenances new!A difference, a daisy,Is all the rest I knew!