I am free of love as a bird flying south in the autumn,

Swift and intent, asking no joy from another,

Glad to forget all of the passion of April

Ere it was love-free.

 

I am free of love, and I listen to music lightly,

But if she returned, if she should look at me deeply,

I should awake, I should awake and remember

I am my lover’s love…

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