I never thought that heav'n would lose its blue <br>And sullen storm-clouds mask the gentle sky; <br>I never thought the rose's velvet hue <br>Would pale and sicken, though we said good-by. <br>I never dreamed the lark would hush its note <br>As day succeeded ever-drearier day, <br>Nor knew the song that swelled the robin's throat <br>Would fade to silence, when you went away. <br>I never knew the sun's irradiant beams <br>Upon the brooding earth no more would shine, <br>Nor thought that only in my mocking dreams <br>Would happiness that once I knew be mine. <br>I never thought the slim moon, mournfully, <br>Would shroud her pallid self in murky night. <br>Dear heart, I never thought these things would be-<br>I never thought they would, and I was right.