TO DIANE

The ruddy poppies bend and bow Diane! do you remember? The sun you knew shines proudly now The lake still lists the breezes’ vow;

Your towers are fairer for their stains, Each stone you smiled upon remains. Sing low, where is Diane? Diane do you remember?

I come to find you through the years — Diane! do you remember? For none may rule my love's soft fears. The ladies now are not your peers,

I seek you thro’ your tarnished halls, Pale sorrow on my spirit falls High, low — where is Diane? Diane do you remember?

I crush the poppies where I tread — Diane! do you remember? Your flower of life — so bright, so red — She does not hear — Diane is dead.

I pace the sunny bowers alone Where nought of her remains but stone. Sing low — where is Diane? Diane does not remember.