Poem by Edward Bulwer-Lytton

A Lament

  I stand where I last stood with thee!
                Sorrow, O sorrow!
  There is not a leaf on the trysting-tree;
  There is not a joy on the earth to me;
                Sorrow, O sorrow!
  When shalt thou be once again what thou wert?
  Oh, the sweet yesterdays fled from the heart!
                Have they a morrow?--
  Here we stood, ere we parted, so close side by side;
  Two lives that once part, are as ships that divide
  When, moment on moment, there rushes between
                The one and the other, a sea;--
  Ah, never can fall from the days that have been
                A gleam on the years that shall be!

1. The Guardian Angel
2. Lost and Avenged
3. The Treasures by the Wayside
4. The Image on the Tide
5. Love and Fame

Cicely Smith A Lament ("It induces a sensation")

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