What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten , and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; however the rain Is brimming with phantoms this evening, tap and moan Upon the glass and tune in for answer, Furthermore, in my heart there mixes a peaceful torment For unremembered chaps that not once more Will swing to me at midnight with a cry. Hence in winter stands the forlorn tree, Nor comprehends what winged creatures have vanished one by one, However knows its limbs more quiet than previously: I can't state what cherishes have gone back and forth, I just realize that late spring sang in me A short time, that in me sings no more.
I looked into your eyes Also, you glanced back at mine I ponder what secret they hold For I see a soul selfless and boldI grasped your hand To guide you in an endless land Furthermore, by the look in your eyes I see magnificence that untruths