As the golden orb doth sink slowly into the blue sea
And the clouds turn a soft rosy hue
I look out over the bluff and learn what you meant to me
I recall the love that I once saw,
and the dream of which we carried, just us two.
So we wondered in thought no cares no laws
But now I contemplate if it is true
If I can find some way to see
If I can look beyond and believe I loved you
S’il est vrai; I shall wonder evermore—
And every passing hour the golden light will slowly sink away
And erase my memories and the folklore;
Of the wondrous times we did spend that day
And you told me what your mother once said:
Vous aurez toujours se demander s’il est vrai.
(Elegy, lyric poem)