Believe me, if all those endearing young charms
Which I gaze on so fondly today,
If they were to change by tomorrow and melt in my arms
Like a fairy gift fading away,
Thou wouds't still be adored, as this moment thou aret
Let thy loveliness fade as it will,
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart,
would entwine itself verdantly still.
Oh, 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 can be known,
To which time will but make thee more dear.
Oh, the heart that has loved never forgets
But truely loves on to the close
As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets,
The same look which she turned when he rose.
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