The beauty has not passed away from spring,
Nor the blue splendor from the summer skies;
No note is gone from songs the wild birds sing,
No mellow tone from forest harmonies.
But oh, my heart has lost the sense
Of all their sound and radiance!
I look upon the fields with languid eyes
And find no more the freshness and the charm;
I hear the soft earth-voices murmuring,
But only long for silence and for calm.