The yesterdays rise in my mind
In their fanciful lavender colours,
Those distinct sceneries, the clear faces,
The company of purified souls-
They haunt me now when I close my eyes,
They give my pain as my heart howls.
The foresight of morrow was not there,
I was busy in the gay pleasures of life;
Now when the truth seems inalleviatable
I realize that all remedy is past!
In a world where the bolt comes so fast
The death of my dreams was but doomed;
I had my last smile the day that was last,
I saw from the shroud of my wailing eyes
Her figure vanishing against my will.
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