Aurora

Like a fairy with flowers in her hair,
I possess sweet remembrance of her.

In the coolness of the September air,
Strains of melancholic chords I do hear,
And though I might not know what,
Yet something may have changed,
For I possess sweet remembrance of her,
And the emblem of her beauty caresses my heart,
Like the fluttering of birds' wings in the cool air.

Yes, like Aurora with flowers in her hair,
I possess sweet remembrance of her,
And her fragrance follows my path.