Where is Marie? Where is Rose?
Ah! the robber years!
Suddenly love's blossom goes,
Fate's a wind that sears.

Kissed I once a scarlet mouth,
For a goddess meet;
Ever since I've felt a drouth,
Longing for the sweet.

Heart of mine 'neath dainty feet,
Tripping lightly on,
Recks not youth of Time's defeat:
Where has Marie gone?

Lovely were you, careless maid,
In a long ago!
Whither have your footsteps strayed?
Rose! I worshipped so.

Chill the wind of Autumn blows,
Pale the sun appears;
Where is Marie? Where is Rose?
Answerless the years.