I hear your song upon the wind,

I feel your love in summer’s haze,

I see you dance among the trees,

I know not why you linger so,

except perhaps that I; broken,
Lost and starved of love need you,
To kindle the mislaid dreamings,

Of this forgotten child, abandoned,

In the late autumnal turning of youth.

I hear you in the river’s rush, tumbling,
Through the valleys of my bleeding heart,
You whisper of regrets and moments lost,
So I, in my dread weeping, taste your loss,
And sigh, as the grass sighs. I keen for you,
My love, for you are gone. Do you miss me?
Tell me true. Give me some relief before,
The prevailing chill of night, I beg you.