I walk alone with sad, neglected ghosts,
Vague shapes of promise that were once to be
The golden-freighted ships that sailed the sea,
Bearing my treasure from far distant coasts.
I hear the merry laugh, the jubilant toasts
That in my halls rose musical and free.
Ah! but those days were happy days for me,
And I had loving friends in countless hosts.
They say the ships were wrecked on some cold shore:
Where are the friends who held my love so dear?
For neither friends or ships are now my own.
How false the vows that red lips softly swore:
How false the hopes that filled my soul with cheer;
For through life's sombre paths I walk alone.