Believe me, if all those endearing young charms Which I gaze on so fondly today Were to change by tomorrow, 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 Or thy cheeks unprofan'd by a tear That the fervour and faith of a soul can be known To which time can but make thee more dear! No! the heart that has truly lov'd, never forgets But as truly loves on to the close; As the sun-flower turns to her god, when he sets The same look which she turn'd when he rose!