Ah, Love, but a day

Ah, Love, but a day,

And the world has changed!

The sun's away,

And the bird estranged;

The wind has dropped,

And the sky's deranged;

Summer has stopped.

Look in my eyes!

Wilt thou change too?

Should I fear surprise?

Shall I find aught new

In the old and dear,

In the good and true,

With the changing year?

Thou art a man,

But I am thy love.

For the lake, its swan;

For the dell, its dove;

And for thee — (oh, haste!)

Me, to bend above,

Me, to hold embraced.