The night comes on that knows not morn,
When I shall cease to be all alone,
To live forgotten, and love forlorn.


Poems (ed. 1842)


The night comes on that knows not morn, When I shall cease to be all alone, To live forgotten, and love forlorn.

The night comes on that knows not morn, When I shall cease to be all alone, To live forgotten, and love forlorn.

The night comes on that knows not morn, When I shall cease to be all alone, To live forgotten, and love forlorn.

The night comes on that knows not morn, When I shall cease to be all alone, To live forgotten, and love forlorn.