We wandered, romancing, through moon-swept lanes,
Losing ourselves in little lilting dreams,
Pausing a moment by a white stone bench
To mark its carvings, shadowed by the beams.
It seems now that I lost myself in you,
And with your leaving, part of me is gone;
The part that I loved best; gone, lost to me -
But come! This is no way to carry on!
Now how could I have thought I cared for you?
Surely there's no appeal in you for me.
Still there are times -- Oh, I --- But that's enough!
I guess I'd best keep still and let things be.