Triolets

Love looked back as he took his flight, And lo, his eyes were filled with tears. Was it for love of lost delight Love looked back as he took his flight?

Only I know while day grew night, Turning still to the vanished years, Love looked back as he took his flight, And lo, his eyes were filled with tears.

If you were Lady Beatrice And I the Florentine, I'd never waste my time like this — If you were Lady Beatrice

I'd woo and then demand a kiss, Nor weep like Dante here, I ween, If you were Lady Beatrice And I the Florentine.

Beyond the dim Hesperides, The girl who sang them long ago Could never dream that over seas, Beyond the dim Hesperides,

The wind would blow such songs as these — I wonder now if she can know, Beyond the dim Hesperides, The girl who sang them long ago?

Dead leaves upon the stream And dead leaves on the air — All of my lost hopes seem Dead leaves upon the stream;

I watch them in a dream, Going I know not where, Dead leaves upon the stream And dead leaves on the air.