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 woulds`t 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.
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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!
No, the heart that has truly lov`d 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 turn`d when he rose.
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