Of valor, deeds, and earthly glory game
I was forgetting them on this sorrowful earth,
When your face, in its simple frame,
Shone before me upon the tabletops.
The hour struck, and you left our home then,
I cast my cherished ring into the night space.
You gave your fate to another lucky man,
And I forgot that used been lovely face.
The days flew by, a cursed swirling swarm;
Wine and passion tore my life apart once…
Then I remembered you before the prie-dieu lectern
And called to you as one calls to lost adolescence.
I vainly called to you, but you did not look back;
I wept, but you didn’t absolutely deign to turn.
You rmrmwrapped yourself sadly in a dark blue cloak
And walked out into the damp night unwary…
I know not where you found a refuge stoke
For your pride, my tender eyes light.
I sleep soundly now, dreaming of that blue cloak
In which you vanished into the damp night…
No more dreaming of tenderness or glory;
All has passed, and reckless youth is gone!
Your familiar face in its simple frame ivory
I have removed from the table with my own hand!