Just The Same

I SAT. It all was past; Hope never would hail again; Fair days had ceased at a blast, The world was a darkened den.

The beauty and dream were gone, And the halo in which I had hied So gaily gallantly on Had suffered blot and died!

I went forth, heedless whither, In a cloud too black for name: —People frisked hither and thither; The world was just the same.