Lord Alfred Douglas

I have been through the woods
And the leaves were falling,
Summer had crept away,
And the birds were not calling

Alas
and oh that Spring should come
Upon the soft wings of desired days,
And bring with her no anodyne to pain,

Mere des souvenirs, mattresses des
Mother of Memories
O mistress-queen
Oh

Alas
I have lost my God,
My beautiful God Apollo
Wherever his footsteps

Voici venir le
Now is the hour when, swinging in the breeze,
Each flower, like a censer, sheds its sweet
The air is full of scents and melodies,

The sun sinks down, the tremulous daylight dies
(Down their long shafts the weary sunbeams glide
)The white-winged ships drift with the falling tide,
Come back, my love, with pity in your eyes

Wake up again, sad heart, wake up again
(I heard the birds this morning singing sweet
)Wake up again
The sky was crystal clear,        And washed quite clean with rain ;