"Lula Is Gone"

When I view the chill blighted bowers
 And roam o'er the snow covered plain
How I long for spring's budding flowers
 To welcome her sweet voice again

When will

 Why are these scenes thus forsaken
 Time will their sadness remove
 And that
 And her smiles th
 And her voice the meadows will awaken
 In verdure sweet music and love