My heart once wildly leaping

My heart once wildly leaping,

In joy or grief or pride,

Now quietly is sleeping,

Its hopes have long since died.

It knows nose

joy or sadness,

It beats nor

slow nor fast,

The love once almost madness

Is buried in the past.

'Tis strange! Of that wild feeling,

The memory keeps no sigh;

Time if it brought no healing

Made it at least to die.

Yes -- it is dead forever,

To love, to joy and pain,

And e'en

thy

presence never

Can make it live again.