Though you and I have loved for many years
Thought you and I have talked and exchange gifts
Whose is the face that haunts me in the night?
Whose memory is torn with cloven rifts?
When sun shines bright and I am full of love
When we walk through the hills blue as in dreams
Whose is the face forever in my sight?
Whose is the mind in which these memories scheme/
For human beings know not our own depths
And follow fancies as do butterflies
Our heart and soul committed are to love
And with love lost we weep and give loud sighs.
For others are deceived but not ourselves
And into that lost darkness we must delve