The Ruddy poppies bend and bow,
Diane! do you remember?
The sun you knew shines proudly now,
The lake still lists the breeze’s 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...
From the French by Louise Stuart Costello
FAREWELL! since vain is all my care,
Far, in some desert rude,
I ’ll hide my weakness, my despair:
And, ’midst my solitude,
I ’ll pray, that, should another move thee,
He may as fondly, truly love thee.
Adieu, bright eyes, that were my heaven!
Adieu, soft cheek, where summer blooms...
