• Weep not young lover
    For the songbird sings
    To you a requiem
    Of disintegrated fondness
    The disjointed chirping
    Once the melody of
    Young hearts will
    Sound silvery when
    The eyes of adoration
    Are cast your way again
    Young lover be not troubled
    By the waning of affections
    For the glory of spring
    In all her fragrant joy
    Buds but in your heart alone
    And shines solely on the path
    You now walk...