We have been friends together In sunshine and in shade. Since first beneath the chestnut-tree In fancy we played But coldness dwells within thine heart A cloud is on thy brow. We have been friends together, Shall a light word part us now?
Love not! love not! ye hopeless sons of clay; Hopes gayest wreaths are made of earthly flowers Things that are made to fade and fall away, Ere they have blossomed for a few short hours.
O Twilight! Spirit that dost render birth To dim enchantments; melting heaven with earth, Leaving on craggy hills and running streams A softness like the atmosphere of dreams.