Separation.

Parted cruelly from thee, What, Oh! what is life to me? 'Tis the morn without the lark; It is wine without its spark. Christmas time without its glee; Music without harmony. New Year's eve devoid of mirth; Winter night without the hearth. 'Tis a day without the light; 'Tis a moonless, starless night. Thorn-bush, barren of its leaf; Weeping, without its relief. 'Tis a fire, but unconsuming; Poisonous plant, but never blooming. Ship becalmed, without its peace; Death, without its sweet release.