Finis

Now it's over, and now it's done;
       Why does everything look the same?
   Just as bright, the unheeding sun, —
       Can't it see that the parting came?
   People hurry and work and swear,
       Laugh and grumble and die and wed,
   Ponder what they will eat and wear, —
       Don't they know that our love is dead?

   Just as busy, the crowded street;
     Cars and wagons go rolling on,
 Children chuckle, and lovers meet, —
     Don't they know that our love is gone?
 No one pauses to pay a tear;
     None walks slow, for the love that's through, —
 I might mention, my recent dear,
     I've reverted to normal, too.