I sang to love when she was young:
“You are so very fair,
For you are like a faery queen
With moonbeams in your hair.”
I sang to love with sorrow’s song
When from my side she strayed.
I sang, \"my heart\'s all broken strings,
In bitterness, betrayed.\"
I sang to love in twilit grove
When we had turned to dust:
“You’ve made a melancholic man
Of me – who’s lost all trust.”
I sang to love when I was old:
\"Returned, my love, But how?\"
But she just turned, with loving lips
And kissed my aging brow.