The storm clouds gather
for the coming fray
I sit here all alone
dreaming of another day

I call to those that flowered my youth,
And ask, "Oh where Oh where, are they?"
A weeping echo only comes,--
"Each and  all have passed away."

Gone, all gone to death's dark knight.
He  claimed them for his own,
And in the dark and with the past,
I'm left here so alone.