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 Small For 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 Pain Walk 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.