I have done all I could

For that lady I knew!  Through the heats I have shaded her,

Drawn to her songsters when summer has jaded her,

   Home from the heath or the wood.

      At the mirth-time of May,

When my shadow first lured her, I’d donned my new bravery

Of greenth: ’twas my all.  Now I shiver in slavery,

   Icicles grieving me gray.

      Plumed to every twig’s end

I could tempt her chair under me.  Much did I treasure her

During those days she had nothing to pleasure her;

   Mutely she used me as friend.

      I’m a skeleton now,

And she’s gone, craving warmth.  The rime sticks like a skin to me;

Through me Arcturus peers; Nor’lights shoot into me;

   Gone is she, scorning my bough!