Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms
Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly to-day,
Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms,
Live fairy-gifts fading away,
Thou wouldst still be adored,
as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will,
And around the dear ruin
each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself
verdantly still.
It is not while beauty and
youth are thine own,
And thy cheeks unprofaned
by a tear,
That the fervor and faith of a
soul may be known,
To which time will but make
thee more dear!
No, the heart that has truly
loved never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the
close,
As the sunflower turns on
her god when he sets
The same look which she
turned when he rose!
Thomas Moore