No One Was With Me There - Happy I Was - Alone; Yet From The Sunshine Suddenly A Joy Was Gone. A Bird In An Empty House Sad Echoes Makes To Ring, Flitting From Room To Room On Restless Wing: Till From Its Shades He Flies, And Leaves Forlorn And Dim The Narrow Solitudes So Strange To Him. So, When With Fickle Heart I Joyed In The Passing Day, A Presence My Mood Estranged Went Grieved Away.