Confront you I cannot, again,
To written words, instead, adhere.
In sentences, our love, I feign
Sincerities, my heart, they sear.

Upon abandoning the past
I can recall your ebbing eyes—
No longer rue that could not last—
This wishful joy, the faint disguise.

Alas! those dreams of you sojourn
A presence touched by ancient times;
My love for you I must adjourn,
A shattered bell, my heart still chimes.

My memories of you upheave
Whispering feelings left inhumed.
And when I must this city leave,
Remember that for you they bloomed.