Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882). Complete Poetical Works. 1893.
AppendixI. Juvenile Poems. To Ianthe
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Hang day’s fading roses,
When the linnet sings aloud
And the twilight closes,—
As I mark the moss-grown spring
By the twisted holly,
Pensive thoughts of thee shall bring
Love’s own melancholy.
Lights the half-choked fountain;
Wandering winds steal sadly by
From the hazy mountain.
Yet that moon shall wax and wane,
Summer winds pass over,—
Ne’er the heart shall love again
Of the slighted lover!
Blighting to the forest,
Twisted close the ivy clings
To the oak that’s hoarest;
So the love of other days
Cheers the broken-hearted;
But if once our love decays
’T is for aye departed.
Pale and sear it lingers,
Wasted in its beauty brief
By decay’s cold fingers;
Yet unchanged it ne’er again
Shall its bloom recover;—
Thus the heart shall aye remain
Of the slighted lover.
O’er the moonlit ocean;
Youth, the spring-time of a year
Passed in Love’s devotion!
Roses of their bloom bereft
Breathe a fragrance sweeter;
Beauty has no fragrance left
Though its bloom is fleeter.
Twilight shades above thee,
And when early morning glows,—
Think on those that love thee!
For an interval of years
We ere long must sever,
But the hearts that love endears
Shall be parted never.