Alone

I stood in dreamy sadness,

Before her picture fair,

And the beloved features

Lived in their beauty so rare.

Around her lips came slowly

A smile of grace divine,

And as thro' tears of sorrow,

Her eyes replied to mine.

And now my heart is breaking,

Tears from mine eyes ever pour,

Alas! How can I believe it,

Oh my love, art thou no more?