Classic Poem

Now is the time of tears and sighs
(Roam, sad heart, roam.)
When dark rains fall and loud winds rise,
And grief lives in the lips and eyes.
Beauty has faded from the skies.
The honey-bee 's gone home.

Wan flowers, your happy life is spent.
(Roam, sad heart, roam.)
Far is the wing that o'er you went
With hum of brooding deep content,
Feeding your souls with song and scent.
The honey-bee's gone home.

What life shall now your lives renew?
(Roam, sad heart, roam.)
Gone is the mouth which brought for you
Love-tidings from all flowers and drew
Your treasured sweetness, as its due.
The honey-bee 's gone home.
Come, Darkness, this is now thine hour.
(Roam, sad heart, roam.)
Rise, ye wild winds, with storm and shower,
Rend every leaf from autumn's bower;
Lie there, Hope's last forsaken flower.
The honey-bee 's gone home.