(From the French) <br />The moon was in the sky, <br />Pale, pale her light had grown <br />I went into the forest <br />All alone. <br /> <br />All alone, <br />My heart was well-nigh glad, <br />But when I thought of thee <br />Grief came and made me sad. <br /> <br />It came with the winds of autumn <br />When the dead leaves drop from the tree, <br />Because thy heart hath forgotten <br />Thy lover afar from thee. <br /> <br />It came with the rain fast falling <br />Through the dead leaves again, <br />Because that over a dead love <br />The heart must weep like rain.<br /><br />Arthur Symons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bohemian-folk-song/
