My heart was red, until it became Grey.
My sun was bright, until it lost it's ray.
I watched you with my teary eyes
I could hear your whispers telling me goodbyes. ...
Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
Though all the summer skies be overcast,
Haply I will go down to her, some day,
And cast my rests of life before her feet,
That she may have her will of me, being so sweet
And none gainsay!