Ii

My hopes are as a closed-up book, Drearily, Upon whose clasp of love I look Wearily.

All night the rain raved overhead, Drearily; All night I wept, awake in bed, Wearily.

I heard the wind sweep wild and wide, Drearily; And turned upon my face and sighed Wearily.

The wind and rain spake unto me, Drearily:-- "What is this thing God takes from thee, Wearily?"

I said unto the rain and wind, Drearily:-- "The love, for which my body sinned, Wearily."

The rain and wind spake unto me, Drearily:-- "What are these things that burden thee, Wearily?"

I said unto the wind and rain, Drearily:-- "Past joys, and dreams whose ghosts remain, Wearily."

"Thou lov'st him still," they made reply, Drearily.-- I said, "Would God that I could die!" Wearily.