But when the days of golden dreams had perished
And even Despair was powerless to destroy
Then did I learn how existence could be cherished
Strengthened and fed without the aid of joy
Cold in the earth
Weaned my young soul from yearning
Cold in the earth, and the deep snow piled above thee
Far, far removed, cold in the grave
Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee
Severed at last by Time's all-severing wave
Cold in the earth, and fifteen wild Decembers
From those brown hills have melted into spring
Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers
After such years of change and suffering
All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given
All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee
All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee