To LateToo late! though flowerets round me blow,
And clearing skies shine bright and fair;
Their genial warmth avails not now —
Thou art not here the beam to share.
Through many a dark and dreary day,
We journeyed on ‘midst grief and gloom;
And now at length the cheering ray
Breaks forth, it only gilds thy tomb.
Our days of hope and youth are past,
Our short-lived joys for ever flown;
And now when Fortune smiles at last,
She finds me cheerless, chilled — alone!
Ah! no; too late the boon is given,
Alike the frowns and smiles of Fate;
The broken heart by sorrow riv’n,
But murmurs now, ‘Too late! Too late!’