Fondest are my feelings,
Yet i feign unfeeling; As you
fade to the wide horizon
Like a lonesome wisp of grass
Though feelings are to wane,
As the sun is to set; Yet say why...
Oh, the tender blooms of spring,
Fetching hues of midsummer,
Wrinkles of the Autumn, Even
frosty winds of a bleak winter night
Shared my Fondest Regards for you
Willing back a dew of moisture,
A hope lost, dry eyed, I stare ahead
And a heartfelt candle weeps for me