When my lover put the sea between us br And went wandering in Italy br My poor silly heart miscalled his journey— br 'Leaving me'. br Towns of Spain and Italy he stayed in, br Each and all of them to me unknown; br How could he find pleasure being a lover, br Being alone! br Truly I was not as fair as Venice, br Noble as Siena, strange as Rome. br Certainly he loved Milan and Florence br More than home. br I believed his absence had estranged us br And across the heart-dividing sea br Sent him word that I no longer loved him. br Foolish me! br Came his answer after months of waiting br Echoing my letter, lie for lie. br Truth or lies I know not. Which unfaithful, br He or I.