You sware that you would love me
   Here, underneath the rose,
The blue heavens high above me,
   Day drooping to its close;
"While purple life complieth
   With woven will of fate,
As this dim shadow lieth
   Intranced upon the gate."

Here, with your arms around me,
   Beneath the breathing lime,
With stricken cords you bound me
   Until the end of time;
"Long as this winding river
   Bends through the bearded plain,
Or curling aspens quiver
   With jewel-drops of rain."

The sunset, yellow-streaming,
   Burned on your slumbrous hair,
Like golden arrows gleaming
   On seas of gossamer;
I caught your whisper dying
   From crimson-rosy lips,
Like faint-souled breezes sighing
   O'er summer-calming ships.

I could not speak for gladness,
   My swift blood went and came,
My heart leapt up with madness,
   My eyes were dim with flame;
And o'er the burn-side meadows,
   With silver-springing dew,
Arose the floating shadows
   And deepened into blue.

Ah! broken is the binding,
   Your vows are nothing worth,
Your silken cords, unwinding,
   Fall on the chilly earth;
Your honey-baited wooing,
   Love tokens, cruel-kind,
Have wrought a soul's undoing,
   Nor left a hope behind.

Shorter version (1925):

You sware that you would love me
   Here, underneath the rose,
The blue heavens high above me,
   Day drooping to its close;
"While purple Life complieth
   With woven will of Fate,
As this dim shadow lieth
   Intranced upon the gate."

The sunset, yellow-streaming,
   Burned on your slumbrous hair,
Like golden arrows gleaming
   On seas of gossamer;
I caught your whisper dying
   From crimson-rosy lips,
Like faint-souled breezes sighing
   O'er summer-calming ships.

Ah! broken is the binding,
   Your vows are nothing worth,
Your silken cords, unwinding,
   Fall on the chilly earth;
Your honey-baited wooing,
   Love tokens, cruel-kind,
Have wrought a soul's undoing,
   Nor left a hope behind.