I was not sorrowful, I could not weep, And all my memories were put to sleep. I watched the river grow more white and strange, All day till evening I watch it change. All day till evening I watched the rain Best wearily upon the window-pane. I was not sorrowful, but only tired Of everything that ever I desired. Her lips,her eyes,all day became to me The shadow of a shadow utterly. All day mine hunger for her heart became Oblivion,until the evening came. And left me sorrowful ,inclined to weep, With all my memories that could not sleep.