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.