Love has gone and left me           and the days are all alike;      Eat I must, and sleep I will, –           and would that night were here! But ah! – to lie awake           and hear the slow hours strike!      Would that it were day again! –           with twilight near! Love has gone and left me           and I don't know what to do;      This or that or what you will           is all the same to me; But all the things that I begin           I leave before I'm through, –      There's little use in anything           as far as I can see. Love has gone and left me, –           and the neighbors knock and borrow,      And life goes on forever           like the gnawing of a mouse, – And to-morrow and to-morrow           and to-morrow and to-morrow      There's this little street           and this little house.