Of Course, My Dear, You'Re a Little Shying

Of course, my dear, you're a little shying, And my October's pale and gray, What will you say to friend decrying, Who has remembered you in day? I feel myself, I have been punished with heartless torment without fault By you and Muse, that is un banished, But the sky is kind for my world. You do not love you need no feeling Of mine, I'm lost, you will not find, I'm not your bridegroom, it is killing And you will leave Love hymn behind.