The sun's smile is no longer gay,
The budding earth has ceased to sing,
For when you left me yesterday
You took with you the Spring.

I feel no more the wonder-thrill
Of wind or flower blossoming;
The world is hushed, my heart is still —
You took with you the Spring.

Oh, all things beautiful are sad,
And all things sweet have taken wing;
My heart will nevermore be glad;
You took with you the Spring!