GONE
WENT up a year this evening! / I recollect it well! / Amid no bells nor bravos / The bystanders will tell! / Cheerful, as to the village, / Tranquil, as to repose, / Chastened, as to the chapel, / This humble tourist rose. / Did not talk of returning, / Allude to no time / When, were the gales propitious, / We might look for him; / Was grateful for the roses / In life’s diverse bouquet, / Talked softly of new species / To pick another day. / Beguiling thus the wonder, / The wondrous nearer drew; / Hands bustled at the moorings — / The crowded from our vision / To countenances new! / A difference, a daisy, / Is all the rest I knew!
