Our autumn ends in sadness nebulas;

Hypnotic mists hang on the western crests,

We’ve lost the orphic words of formulas

Perfumed with lavender and rose caress.

Dewdrops sprinkle my eyes with morning dreams

In the chill of a frosty winter sun,

I find no comfort in its ashen beams:

My longing for you cannot be undone.

The womb of solitude is far too great

To dream of euphoria and twilight skies,

Oh dying autumn can you not relate

With the dream of love that inside me dies?

Horizons beckon me with winter storms

I feel the boreal shame of my defeat,

Gone are the dreamlike days, the thought that warms

A poet’s heart in this world of deceit.

You have left like a vision in the night;

An adieu trembling on spellbound lips.

This fate of ours I knew I could not fight:

Our lands are too far for love’s silver ships.