When love is lost, the day sets towards the night, <br />Albeit the morning sun may still be bright, <br />And not one cloud-ship sails across the sky. <br />Yet from the places where it used to lie <br />Gone is the lustrous glory of the light. <br /> <br /> <br />No splendour rests in any mountain height, <br />No scene spreads fair and beauteous to the sight; <br />All, all seems dull and dreary to the eye <br />When love is lost. <br /> <br /> <br />Love lends to life its grandeur and its might; <br />Love goes, and leaves behind it gloom and blight; <br />Like ghosts of time the pallid hours drag by, <br />And grief's one happy thought is that we die. <br />Ah, what can recompense us for its flight <br />When love is lost?<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-love-is-lost-3/
