"Lula Is Gone"

Not a voice awakens the mountains
 No gladness returns with the dawn
Not a smile is mirrored in the fountains
 For Lula sweet Lula is gone
 Day is bereft of its pleasures
  Night of its beautiful dreams
 For the world seems rifled of its 
      treasure
While the dirge of well remembered measures
 Is murmured by the ripple on the
       streams