TO DIANE

The ruddy poppies bend and bow

Diane! do you remember?

The sun you knew shines proudly now

The lake still lists the breezes’ vow;

Your towers are fairer for their stains,

Each stone you smiled upon remains.

Sing low, where is Diane?

Diane do you remember?

I come to find you through the years —

Diane! do you remember?

For none may rule my love's soft fears.

The ladies now are not your peers,

I seek you thro’ your tarnished halls,

Pale sorrow on my spirit falls

High, low — where is Diane?

Diane do you remember?

I crush the poppies where I tread —

Diane! do you remember?

Your flower of life — so bright, so red —

She does not hear — Diane is dead.

I pace the sunny bowers alone

Where nought of her remains but stone.

Sing low — where is Diane?

Diane does not remember.