Pale amber sunlight falls across The reddening October trees, That hardly sway before a breeze
Shall one be sorrowful because of love, Which hath no earthly crown, Which lives and dies, unknown?
Exceeding sorrow Consumeth my sad heart! Because to-morrow
Ah, Manon, say, why is it we Are one and all so fain of thee? Thy rich red beauty debonnaire
I seek no more to bridge the gulf that lies Betwixt our separate ways; For vainly my heart prays,