<h2><SPAN name="page49"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>WHEN LOVE IS LOST</h2>
<p class="poetry"><span class="smcap">When</span> 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.</p>
<p class="poetry">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.</p>
<p class="poetry">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?</p>
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