I am free of love as a bird flying south in the autumn, 
Swift and intent, asking no joy from another, 
Glad to forget all of the passion of April 
Ere it was love-free.

I am free of love, and I listen to music lightly, 
But if he returned, if he should look at me deeply, 
I should awake, I should awake and remember 
I am my lover's.