First Love
Ah, love is deathless! we do cheat
Ourselves who say that we forget
Old fancies: last love may be sweet,
First love is sweeter yet.
And day by day more sweet it grows
For evermore, like precious wine,
As Time’s thick cobwebs o’er it close,
Until it is divine.
Grows dearer every day and year,
Let other loves come, go at will;
Although the last love may be dear,
First love is dearer still.
