EVENING.
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O dreary hearth! O lonesome life
O empty heart and home!
It is not home to me, wherein
Thy dear feet never come,—
There is no meaning in the word
Since thy loved lips are dumb!
O empty heart and home!
It is not home to me, wherein
Thy dear feet never come,—
There is no meaning in the word
Since thy loved lips are dumb!
So, all in vain the bright flames dance,
The ruddy embers glow:
I shiver in the mellow light,
Because, alas, I know
The snow-drifts heap above thy sleep,—
This heavy, heaping snow!
The ruddy embers glow:
I shiver in the mellow light,
Because, alas, I know
The snow-drifts heap above thy sleep,—
This heavy, heaping snow!
