Matthew Josephson

I HAVE now no love nor lady,

Yet I do not wail bereft:

There are many, many beautiful ladies,

And in the world there is much love left.

I have now no love nor lady;

I have made a brave good-bye.

It is terrible not to have a lady

When the summer months run high.

And the summer and the autumn

And the winter may be gone;

But my mind is quite decided—

I shall have no other one.

It will need a greener spring-time

To seed new love in me.

But in another spring-time—

Ah—where shall I be?