Ashes Of Life

Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike; eat I must and sleep I will, - and would that night were here!

But ah! – to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike! Would that it were day again! – with twilight near!

Love has gone and left me and I don’t know what to do; this or that or what you will is all the same to me; but all the things that I begin I leave before I’m through, - there’s a little use in anything as far as I can see.

Love has gone and left me, - and the neighbors knock and borrow, and life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse, - and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

There’s a little street and this little house.