I found this. Its an excerpt from a novel by Thomas Pynchon called Gravity’s Rainbow.
Though it’s another year,
Though it’s another me,
Under the rose is a drying tear,
Under my linden tree…
Love never goes away,
Not if it’s really true,
It can return by night, by day,
Tender and green and new
As the leaves from a linden tree, love,
That I left with you.