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WHEN love is lost, the day sets towards the night, / Albeit the morning sun may still be bright, / And not one cloud-ship sails across the sky. / Yet from the places where it used to lie / Gone is the lustrous glory of the light.
No splendour rests in any mountain height, / No scene spreads fair and beauteous to the sight; / All, all seems dull and dreary to the eye / When love is lost.
Love lends to life its grandeur and its might; / Love goes, and leaves behind it gloom and blight; / Like ghosts of time the pallid hours drag by, / And grief's one happy thought is that we die. / Ah, what can recompense us for its flight / When love is lost?