The Last Lady

Matthew Josephson

I have now no love nor lady,
  Yet I do not wail bereft:
There are many, many beautiful ladies,
 And in the world there is much love left.

I have now no love nor lady;
  I have made a brave good-bye.
It is terrible not to have a lady
 When the summer months run high.

And the summer and the autumn
 And the winter may be gone;
But my mind is quite decided-
  I shall have no other one.

It will need a greener spring-time
 To seed new love in me.
But in another spring-time-
 Ah-where shall I be?