Comme dans la nature Tout me paraît en deuil! La colombe oubliée Pleure et songe à l'absent; Mon âme pleure et sent Qu'elle est dépareillée! Que mon sort est amer! Ah! sans amour s'en aller sur la mer! Sur moi la nuit immense S'étend comme un linceul; Je chante ma romance Que le ciel entend seul. Ah! comme elle était belle Et comme je l'aimais! Je n'aimerai jamais Une femme autant qu'elle. Que mon sort est amer! Ah! sans amour s'en aller sur la mer! My beautiful friend is dead, I shall weep always; Under the tomb she has taken  My soul and my love. To Heaven, without waiting for me, She has returned; The angel who took her Did not want to take me. How bitter is my fate! Without love to sail on the sea! The white creature Lies in a coffin; How in nature Everything seems to me in mourning! The forgotten dove Weeps and dreams of the absent one. My soul weeps and feels That it is deserted! How bitter is my fate! Without love to sail on the sea! Over me the vast night Spreads like a shroud. I sing my song  That only Heaven hears: Ah! How beautiful she was And how I loved her! I shall never love A woman as much as her... How bitter is my fate! Without love to sail on the sea! "Sur les lagunes: Lamento" (On the Lagoons: Lament), with its sombre harmonies and orchestration is imbued with melancholy; the undulating accompaniment suggests the movement of the waves. The poem is the lament of a Venetian boatman at the loss of his beloved, and the pain of sailing out to sea unloved. This is the second of the two through-composed songs in the cycle. Reviens, reviens, ma bien-aimée! Comme une fleur loin du soleil, La fleur de ma vie est fermée Loin de ton sourire vermeil. Entre nos cœurs quelle distance! Tant d'espace entre nos baisers! Ô sort amer! ô dure absence! Ô grands désirs inapaisés!