Far, far away is mirth withdrawn br 'Tis three long hours before the morn br And I watch lonely, drearily - br So come thou shade commune with me br br Deserted one ! thy corpse lies cold br And mingled with a foreign mould - br Year after year the grass grows green br Above the dust where thou hast been. br br I will not name thy blighted name br Tarnished by unforgotton shame br Though not because my bosom torn br Joins the mad world in all its scorn - br br Thy phantom face is dark with woe br Tears have left ghastly traces there, br Those ceaseless tears ! I wish their flow br Could quench thy wild despair.