To Diane

The ruddy poppies bend and bow
Diane! do you remember?
The sun you knew shines proudly now
The lake still lists the breezes' vow;
Your towers are fairer for their stains,
Each stone you smiled upon remains.
Sing low, where is Diane?
Diane do you remember?

I come to find you through the years--
Diane! do you remember?
For none may rule my love's soft fears.
The ladies now are not your peers,
I seek you thro' your tarnished halls,
Pale sorrow on my spirit falls
High, low--where is Diane?
Diane do you remember?

I crush the poppies where I tread--
Diane! do you remember?
Your flower of life--so bright, so red--
She does not hear--Diane is dead.
I pace the sunny bowers alone
Where nought of her remains but stone.
Sing low--where is Diane?
Diane does not remember.