The wind is tossing the lilacs,
The new leaves laugh in the sun,
And the petals fall on the orchard wall,
But for me the spring is done.
Beneath the apple blossoms
I go a wintry way,
For love that smiled in April
Is false to me in May.
The wind is tossing the lilacs, Beneath the apple blossoms |
Shall we, too, rise forgetful from our sleep, Or would it still remember, tho' it spanned |
I am not yours, not lost in you, You love me, and I find you still |
When April bends above me When April tells the thrushes, Above his roof the... |
I thought of you and how you love this beauty, Around me were the echoing dunes, beyond me |
I would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea, I would empty my soul of the dreams that have gathered in me, |
I hoped that he would love me, For though I know he loves me, |
Brown-thrush singing all day long When he harkens what you say, |
I am free of love as a bird flying south in the autumn, I am free of love, and I listen to music lightly, |