I loved my love from green of Spring Until sere Autumn's fall;But now that leaves are withering How should one love at all? One heart's too smallFor hunger, cold, love, everything.
I loved my love on sunny days Until late Summer's wane;But now that frost begins to glaze How should one love again? Nay, love and painWalk wide apart in diverse ways.
I loved my love—alas to see That this should be, alas!I thought that this could scarcely be, Yet has it come to pass: Sweet sweet love was,Now bitter bitter grown to me.