Page:Renascenceotherp00milluoft.pdf/60

From Wikisource
Jump to navigation Jump to search
This page needs to be proofread.


ASHES OF LIFE

Love has 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;

46