 | The Collected Songs of Charles Mackay |  |
THE SHADOWS.
I
Oh, the shadows!—the dark shadows!—How silently they fall;
They hang upon the landscape,
They flit upon the wall;
And the joyous bells that rang to me,
And the little birds that sang to me,
Are silent one and all,
In the shadows, the dark shadows,
Creeping on the wall.
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II
Oh, the shadows!—the dark shadows!—My good friend passes by,
And the merry boon companions
Who'd rather sing than sigh,
Forget the days they laugh'd with me,
Forget the nights they quaff'd with me,
And stare, with vacant eye,
In the shadows, the dark shadows,
Crawling on the sky!
III
Oh, the shadows!—the dark shadows!—They cover up the day!
And she who loved me truly
Is dead and gone away;
As if harsh Fate had greed of her,
And I not double need of her
To light me as I stray
Through the shadows, the dark shadows,
Covering up the day.
| The Collected Songs of Charles Mackay | |