Yesterdays — No Song

And now at her lawful master's side, With a pain in her heart, as great as then (So thinks this old man's beautiful bride), Zenobia walks again.

NO SONG

These summer days when all the poets sing I have no voice for song.

I see the birds of summer taking wing, And days so sweet and long, Each seemed a little heaven with no end, I know are gone for evermore, dear friend.

Nay, by and by comes another Spring;

And long, sweet, perfect days.

And by and by I shall have voice to sing My old glad, happy lays.

More blithesome songs, more days that have no end;

More golden summers; but _like thee_ no friend.