Tis not for want of love I live
Now I know that to be vain
But the flower of my passion
Blossomed bright for lovelorn rain

I thought how hollow I had been
When of him I'd had no fill
Dreaming, rocking to and fro
At my windowsill

I wondered if he'd miss me
But for love he had no will
And if he would just kiss me
In noon perennial

But it's not for want of love I live
Now I know that to be vain
Tis for the love of life I give
And frolic once again