I Was Not Sorrowful, I Could Not Weep, And All My Memories Were Put To Sleep. I Watched The River Grow More White And Strange, All Day Till Evening I Watched It Change. All Day Till Evening I Watched The Rain Beat Wearily Upon The Window Pane. I Was Not Sorrowful, But Only Tired Of Everything That Ever I Desired. Her Lips, Her Eyes, All Day Became To Me The Shadow Of A Shadow Utterly. All Day Mine Hunger For Her Heart Became Oblivion, Until The Evening Came, And Left Me Sorrowful, Inclined To Weep, With All My Memories That Could Not Sleep.