The Lonely Soul

The sky is low, the clouds are grey,
And heavy raindrops softly fall;
The world seems sad and far away,
And dim the light o\'erhead and all.
The wind sighs low, a mournful sound,
As if it wept for all too late;
And leaves lie withered on the ground,
And birds are hushed, and cease to mate.
The sun has hid his golden face,
And darkness gathers, cold and deep;
A lonely soul in time and space,
Where shadows creep, and sorrows weep.