By night I may my oath forfeit,
And let my gaze wander and rest
Upon an erstwhile love confessed
And lost! Where fate did not merit,
The joining of two fum’bling hands
That strove to fend off frowning eyes
The glare of which then loosened ties.
And though the mind does understand,
That plighted I my troth to thee,
And reigned in firm the searching eyes,
The aching heart the vows defies
That uttered I unwillingly.
Old love by night, thus I retrace,
When slumber stays thy weary lids.
And though it is thy lips I kiss,
I see another in thy place.