I know not when we two shall part;
What farewell you will give to me,
Or will your words be sweet or tart?
It may not be till years have passed,
Till France grows calm, young Abbas grey;
But I am pledged—so, love, at last,
Our hands, our hearts must part—some day!
Some day, some day,
Some day I shall leave you!
Love, I know not when or how,