Two songs for soprano or tenor voice, violin and piano , opus 59

Love is a bubble, 
Love is a trouble, 
Love is a sigh, 
And love is a grin. 
Love is sweet honey, 
Love is cold money, 
Love is a lie, 
And love is a sin. 

Love is a jig -- 
  So tread you a measure; 
Love is a dirge -- 
  So fill you with grief; 
Love is bright wine -- 
  To quicken your pleasure ; 
Love's the North Wind --
  And Man the dead leaf.

I sit and wait for you, Dear, my Dear,
Now the sun is low;
From the far-off town the path runs clear,
And the way you know --
The old, old way that brought you here,
In the Long-Ago.

The white moon climbs, and looks at me --
Her smile is cold;
Something she sees that I do not see --
The moon is old.

I catch a sigh from the winds that flee
Across the wold --
What is the secret they hide from me? --
They have not told.

To Lethe-country your steps were set --
Did you taste that spring
That makes the heart of a man forget
The dearest thing?

Nay! I sit and wait for you, Dear, my Dear,
For the sun is low --
From your far-off place the path runs clear,
And you still must know
The old, old way that brought you here
In the Long-Ago.