Thomas Moore
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,
     Like fairy-gifts, fading away!
Thou wouldst still be ador'd 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 unprofan'd by a tear,
That the fervour and faith of a soul can be known,
     To which time will but make thee more dear!
Oh! the heart, that has truly lov'd, never forgets,
     But as truly loves on to the close;
As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets,
     The same look which she turn'd when he rose!
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