And the eyes do not sparkle, the eyes that I seek,
And the temper is strong and the logic is weak
Of my old love.
Con tenerezza.
Oh, larks, and ro(w)ses
On the shining river;
Silver water-lilies, love;
Love will last for ever!
But the blooms turn'd to apples for urchins to munch,
And the roses were sold at a penny a bunch,