Too late! though flowerets round me blow, 
And clearing skies shine bright and fair; 
Their genial warmth avails not now -- 
Thou art not here the beam to share. 

Through many a dark and dreary day, 
We journeyed on 'midst grief and gloom; 
And now at length the cheering ray 
Breaks forth, it only gilds thy tomb. 

Our days of hope and youth are past, 
Our short-lived joys for ever flown; 
And now when Fortune smiles at last, 
She finds me cheerless, chilled -- alone! 

Ah! no; too late the boon is given, 
Alike the frowns and smiles of Fate; 
The broken heart by sorrow riv'n, 
But murmurs now, 'Too late! Too late!'