Last of Things

Weep for nations and kingdoms

That are dreams within the past

For creeds and for religions

For idols dim down‑cast

Though their glory were a vile one

And a blessing their decay

Yet there are things that have been

Have been and gone away

Weep for all joys departed

For many a departed pain

The heart, one day, shall desire

That they could come back again

Weep for all the things that are gone

Weep for all the things that are gone

Weep for all the things that are gone

And for those that are not past