Two winters, two springs

Two winters have witnessed my ardour and dare ;

It was a dull fire of amour and grief.

Two winters have witnessed the gales of despair ;

It was a violent tempest of fate’s mischief.

As the old phantom of reticence haunts me,

The requiem of shyness plays its sad cries.

But a goddess of wonder echoes in thee :

The lyre of life’s tunes, its charms and its sighs.

But two springs have witnessed the enchanted gleam ;

It was the dazzling beauty of my beloved,

But two springs have witnessed my ehtereal dream ;

My ascent to our passion, in hope I roved.