Thou art gone, and the brilliant light that shone <br /> In the track of thy way is fled; <br />And thou leav'st the heart that loved thee alone, <br /> Silent, and cold, and dead! <br /> <br />When thy smile arose, like the morning's beam, <br /> All the world seem'd good and bright <br />But 'tis past like the lovely forms of a dream, <br /> And I wake to the gloom of night.<br /><br />Louisa Stuart Costello<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-thou-art-gone/
