How can a woman tell when love is gone From love that merely sleeps but deep inside Has still the root the stem and flower grow on And so dreams not to die but sleeps to hide Perhaps when the clouds drifting by make more noise Than amorous whispers you aimlessly breathe And croakings of paddocks speak with greater poise Than lilypad speeches with nothing beneath And so I’ll confess what I know to be true That bullfrogs have more eloquence than do you When days are longer than they used to be And nights are maddening eternity With only forced sighs to interrupt The same repose your lips would once corrupt I’ll steal me away so your soul shall not wake Though more than my absence to rouse it would take Across from the meadow and down to the pond To sink myself up to the waist then beyond For water knows better in love what to do And plays with its prey with more passion than you In dreaming one may oft’ release his grasp On what to conscious minds is naught but clear That once the time of questioning is near Chance there is none to hide the fatal asp Who follows me silently onto the shore Where I learn to cherish my new solitude And feel with precision what ere had been rude Yes I shall return to thy bed nevermore Born was I with one heart I ask not for two When rushes and lilies press nearer than youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
