Te Amavi, Puella Pulchra, Sed 
  In Memoria Non Tenebo 

           for K.

The Reddened leaves adorned the autumn air,
  When I thee saw for first and only time.
  You went with countenance coldly sublime
Past me, who, drunken with sleepy desire,
Was set afire and made fall in love there.
  Such tragical lips you had; your foot-falls chimed.
  I'd thought to say, Amor, non serviam,
But fell in love with you, and with despair.

I shall not remember you, my sad queen,
That passed by me name-less, one autumn day,
When perchance you walk by me, alas, again.

For it was decreed by cruel Destiny
That you I shall only love from afar,
As far in time and space as farthest star.

Do not despair--One of the thieves was saved...

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