A happy lover who has come
⁠To look on her that loves him well,
⁠Who 'lights and rings the gateway bell,
And learns her gone and far from home;

He saddens, all the magic light
⁠Dies off at once from bower and hall,
⁠And all the place is dark, and all
The chambers emptied of delight:

So find I every pleasant spot
⁠In which we two were wont to meet,
⁠The field, the chamber, and the street,
For all is dark where thou art not.

Yet as that other, wandering there
⁠In those deserted walks, may find
⁠A flower beat with rain and wind,
Which once she foster'd up with care;