My Hopes Have Departed Forever
My Hopes Have Departed Forever | |
James Gates Percival, 1851
| My hopes have departed forever, My vision of true love is o'er: My heart shall awaken, ah! never; There's joy for my bosom no more The roses that crowned me are blighted, The garland I cherished is dead, |: The faith once confidingly plighted Is broke, and my loved one has fled. :| | 2. They saw that my life was decaying, They knew that my stay would be brief; And still, though my spirit was straying, I told not a word of my grief No whisper revealed my deceiver No ear heard me sigh or complain; |: My heart still adored its bereaver, And longed but to meet him again. :| |
| 3. He came, but another had rifled His heart of the love once my own, I grieved, but my anguish was stifled, And shrang from his cold formal tone. The sun is now sinking in billows, That roll in the far distant west, |: But morning will shine through the willows, And fine me forever at rest. :| |