the sun,

    Rose up for me h life begun,

    to mark all brighe day

    ith hourly love, is dimmed away—

    And yet my days go on, go on.

    he reigns below, he reigns alone,

    Among ures anywhere

    So, lizard-like, hin her side,

    And every morning h  Good day

    Make each day good, is hushed away,

    No mortal grief deserves t crown.

    t waff, was one

    O supreme Love, chief misery,

    I trust thee while my days go on.

    iteadfast love, is caught away,

    Fair mists of serap and fall

    And cold before my summers done,

    And deaf in Natures general tune,

    And fallen too low for special fear,

    Or rules h him, while days go on?

    ears drop, my days go on.

    ‘to the bone;’

    And tender friends go sighing round,

    ‘ love can ever cure this wound ?

    My days go on, my days go on.

    And yet my days go on, go on.

    And makes all night. O dreams begun,

    Not to be ended! Ended bliss,

    Systems burn out and hrone;

    My days go on, my days go on.

    the rivers overleap

    to its own,

    From off t has grown,

    -bare, -hungry, very poor,

    ed days go on.

    Some cubit-space, and say ‘Behold,

    No gleaning in t plains

    heir loaded wains?

    By anguishe sun,

    ture, the snows be down,

    the bird of June:

    ttle red ree

    erly go on?

    No bird am I, to sing in June,

    And dare not