Sad is the thought of sunniest days
Of love and rapture perished,
And shine through memory’s tearful haze
The eyes once fondliest cherished.
Reproachful is the ghost of toys
That charmed while life was wasted.
But saddest is the thought of joys
That never yet were tasted.
Sad is the vague and tender dream
Of dead love’s lingering kisses,
To crushed hearts haloed by the gleam
Of unreturning blisses;
Deep mourns the soul in anguished pride
For the pitiless death that won them,–
But the saddest wail is for lips that died
With the virgin dew upon them.
(John Hay)
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