Ashes of Life
Lovehas gone and left me and the days are all alike;Eat I must, and sleep I will,—and would that night were here!But ah!—to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike!Would that it were day again!—with twilight near!Love has gone and left me and I don’t know what to do;This or that or what you will is all the same to me;But all the things that I begin I leave before I’m through,—There’s little use in anything as far as I can see.Love has gone and left me,—and the neighbours knock and borrow,And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse,—And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrowThere’s this little street and this little house.
Lovehas gone and left me and the days are all alike;Eat I must, and sleep I will,—and would that night were here!But ah!—to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike!Would that it were day again!—with twilight near!Love has gone and left me and I don’t know what to do;This or that or what you will is all the same to me;But all the things that I begin I leave before I’m through,—There’s little use in anything as far as I can see.Love has gone and left me,—and the neighbours knock and borrow,And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse,—And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrowThere’s this little street and this little house.
Lovehas gone and left me and the days are all alike;Eat I must, and sleep I will,—and would that night were here!But ah!—to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike!Would that it were day again!—with twilight near!
Love has gone and left me and I don’t know what to do;This or that or what you will is all the same to me;But all the things that I begin I leave before I’m through,—There’s little use in anything as far as I can see.
Love has gone and left me,—and the neighbours knock and borrow,And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse,—And to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrowThere’s this little street and this little house.