Ralph Waldo Emerson - To Ellen lyrics

And Ellen, when the graybeard years Have brought us to life's evening hour, And all the crowded Past appears A tiny scene of sun and shower, Then, if I read the page aright Where Hope, the soothsayer, reads our lot, Thyself shalt own the page was bright, Well that we loved, woe had we not, When Mirth is dumb and Flattery's fled, And mute thy music's dearest tone, When all but Love itself is dead And all but d**hless Reason gone.