Heavy hangs the rain-drop
⁠From the burdened spray;
Heavy broods the damp mist
⁠On uplands far away.

Heavy looms the dull sky,
⁠Heavy rolls the sea;
And heavy throbs the young heart
⁠Beneath that lonely tree.

Never has a blue streak
⁠Cleft the clouds since morn;
Never has his grim fate
⁠Smiled since he was born.

Frowning on the infant,
⁠Shadowing childhood's joy
Guardian-angel knows not
⁠That melancholy boy.

Day is passing swiftly
⁠Its sad and sombre prime;
Boyhood sad is merging
⁠In sadder manhood's time: