I Would Have Taken Golden Stars From The Sky For Your Necklace, I Would Have Shaken Rose-Leaves For Your Rest From All The Rose-Trees. But You Had No Need; The Short Sweet Grass Sufficed For Your Slumber, And You Took No Heed Of Such Trifles As Gold Or A Necklace. There Is An Hour, At Twilight, Too Heavy With Memory. There Is A Flower That I Fear, For Your Hair Had Its Fragrance. I Would Have Squandered Youth For You, And Its Hope And Its Promise, Before You Wandered, Careless, Away From My Useless Passion. But What Is The Use Of My Speech, Since I Know Of No Words To Recall You? I Am Praying That Time May Teach, You, Your Cruelty, Me, Forgetfulness.