AD Domnulam Suam

Little lady of my heart!
    Just a little longer,
  Love me: we will pass and part,
    Ere this love grow stronger.

I have loved thee, Child! too well,
    To do aught but leave thee:
  Nay! my lips should never tell
    Any tale, to grieve thee.

Little lady of my heart!
    Just a little longer,
  I may love thee: we will part,
    Ere my love grow stronger.

Soon thou leavest fairy-land;
    Darker grow thy tresses:
  Soon no more of hand in hand;
    Soon no more caresses!

Little lady of my heart!
    Just a little longer,
  Be a child: then, we will part,
    Ere this love grow stronger.