Pages from Life + 

Not for your tender eyes that shine, + 

Nor for your red lips pulsing wine, + 

I love you, dear: your soul divine, + 

In sweet captivity, holds mine! + 

The tender eyes have lost their glow, + 

The flagons of the lips run low, + 

The autumn trembles in the air⁠— + 

A woman passes solitaire! + 