La Mort est Toujours Fidèle!

Gone! . . .And steal the shadows greyWhere our window shoneLate with lights; too soon are theyGone.

All that Heaven wonWhen it took you, love, awayMy heaven 's built upon:—

"Joy of life—Come back a day!"But the path leads onThrough the night . . . Grief wakes to say"Gone!"