Letras
In dreams, unhappy, I behold you stand
As heretofore
The unremembered tokens in your hand
Avail no more
No more the morning glow, no more the grace
Enshrines, endears
Cold beats the light of time upon your face And shows your tears
He came and went. Perchance you wept a while
And then forgot
Ah me! but he that left you with a smile
Forgets you not