Fortune

 

 

I loved capricious Fortune in my youth,

I trusted her, would never ask in vain:

She smiled at me, and smiling never told a truth.

 

Those years have gone, and gone the light that shined

And that another hand sometime would light again

That I would think the luck and light this time were mine

 

Only to be extinguished, time and time once more.

And like the summer fades away in falling leaves

A fading ray of sunshine wavered at my door.

 

I loved capricious Fortune, loved in vain:

I do not mind so much, that she has gone again ‑

But mostly, that she never altogether leaves.