Freston
43
"YEARNING"
The guests have all departed,
And the hour is very late,
Still I sit here, sadly wondering
Why so joyless was the fête.
And the hour is very late,
Still I sit here, sadly wondering
Why so joyless was the fête.
Wondering, said I? Nay not wondering,
For I know the reason why
My sad heart, instead of pleasure,
Felt the burden of a sigh.
For I know the reason why
My sad heart, instead of pleasure,
Felt the burden of a sigh.
'Twas because thy place was vacant,
'Twas because thou wert not here
That the laughter held no music
And the evening seemed so drear.
'Twas because thou wert not here
That the laughter held no music
And the evening seemed so drear.
There are many fairer, nobler
Holding forth true hands to me,
Why must I thus turn me ever
From all the world save thee?
Holding forth true hands to me,
Why must I thus turn me ever
From all the world save thee?
