Edwin Arlington Robinson - The Dead Village lyrics

Here there is d**h. But even here, they say, — Here where the dull sun shines this afternoon As desolate as ever the dead moon Did glimmer on dead Sardis, — men were gay; And there were little children here to play, With small soft hands that once did keep in tune The strings that stretch from heaven, till too soon The change came, and the music pa**ed away. Now there is nothing but the ghosts of things, — No life, no love, no children, and no men; And over the forgotten place there clings The strange and unrememberable light That is in dreams. The music failed, and then God frowned, and shut the village from His sight.