Finis

Now it's over, and now it's done;        Why does everything look the same?    Just as bright, the unheeding sun, —        Can't it see that the parting came?    People hurry and work and swear,        Laugh and grumble and die and wed,    Ponder what they will eat and wear, —        Don't they know that our love is dead?    Just as busy, the crowded street;      Cars and wagons go rolling on,  Children chuckle, and lovers meet, —      Don't they know that our love is gone?  No one pauses to pay a tear;      None walks slow, for the love that's through, —  I might mention, my recent dear,      I've reverted to normal, too.