A lovely day in the month of May,
The orchards are white with bloom,
And the breezes that blow the petal-flaked snow
Are freighted with rich perfume.
'Tis a beautiful day, and we speed away
As lightly as the wind;
But to me 'tis dull, my cup is full,
For I've left my heart behind.
Speed on O train, plunge on amain,
Thru all the day and night.
Go any where, I little care
Where you may take your flight.
With no more home than beasts that roam,
And with less of peace of mind,
Why should I care what fate ensnare?
I have left my heart behind.
Dream on for aye, O doleful day,
Unto the night of gloom!
Could one but sleep the hours away
And rest within the tomb!
Forge on amain, life's endless chain,
No longer cans't thou bind
Thy weight of dole unto my soul,
I have left my heart behind.
Ring on ye chimes of hallowed times,
Or dirge in mournful measure,
Nor rhythmic runes of dream-lit Junes
Can thrill my soul with pleasure.
Nor to the drear eternity
Can peace becalm my mind,
Bereft and lone, a clod, a stone
I have left my heart behind.
