Mona
by Alice Cary

The sun is set, but there falls no dew;
The year is old and the moon is new;
My fate is cruel, my heart is true,
And I sit in the silence and think of you,
My dearest, dear little heart.

I sit in the silence and watch the skies
As the tender red of the evening dies;
My fate is cruel, but fate defies
The dreary night that between us lies,
My dearest, dear little heart.

All the dreaming is broken through;
But what is done and undone I rue;
Nothing is steadfast, nothing is true,
But your love for me and my love for you,
My dearest, dear little heart.

With the waves that ebb, with waves that flow,
When the winds are loud, when the winds are low,
When winds are loud, when winds are low,
When the roses come, when the roses go,
One thought, one feeling is all I know,
My dearest, dear little heart.

The time is weary, the year is old;
The light of the lily burns close to the mould;
The grave is cruel, the grave is cold,
The grave is cruel, the grave is cold,
But the other side is the city of gold,
My dearest, dear little heart.