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 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 to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow There's this little street and this little house. |