On Sorrow (Alice MacDonald Fleming)
As once before,
Of love, and Love's delight;
Since now my day
Hath passed away
Into a winter's night.
Time was, indeed,
That I did heed,
Nothing that was not glad;
But out, alas!
'Tis come to pass
That all my life is sad.
Find, merry train
Another swain,
To join your dances' sweep;
For I alone
Will sit and moan
And for my sorrows weep.