Denouncement

I built mine altar on thy Heart :
Each morn I burned Love's incense there
And thou the hallowed sacrifice
Blest with thy dear commemorative eyes.
Now thou art gone into the Night,
And Sorrow sits alone with me :
Her cold, dumb lips she will not ope
To call thee from the sepulchre of Hope.

The darkened house within is still :
And though I wistful vigil keep,
The winds without cry mournfully
That thou, alas ! wilt not return to me.

Ah, though the days that are to come
Bring not thy lost form back to me, —
Yet will I for Love's sake arise
Each morn, and to thine Image sacrifice !