27 OCTOBER 1888, Page 15

SOMETHING is gone :

I know it by this pain : But yesterday I had it, To-morrow though I bade it, It would not come again.

Something is gone : What shall we that thing call ? A touch, a tone, that thrilled me, A hidden joy that filled me ?

Say, that is all.

And now 'tis gone, Lightly as first it came ; The sky a little colder, The heart a little older, All else the same.

All else the same ?

0 death, all-covering sea!

Come with thy floods and drown me ; That thing I sought to crown me Was all the world to me.