He has but one thing to regret,
He has forgotten to forget.
All day I see the ravens fly,
I hear the sea-birds scream all night;
The moon goes up and down the sky,
And the sun comes in ghostly light.
Leaves whirl, white flakes about me blow—
Are they spring blossoms or the snow?
Only my hair! Good-bye, my heart,
The time has come for us to part.