Never the nightingale, <br />Oh, my dear, <br />Never again the lark <br />Thou wilt hear; <br />Though dusk and the morning still <br />Tap at thy window-sill, <br />Though ever love call and call <br />Thou wilt not hear at all, <br />My dear, my dear.<br /><br />Adelaide Crapsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dirge-21/
