Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, <br />Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, <br />Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, <br />Live fairy-gifts fading away, <br />Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, <br />Let thy loveliness fade as it will, <br />And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart <br />Would entwine itself verdantly still. <br /> <br />It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, <br />And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear, <br />That the fervor and faith of a soul may be known, <br />To which time will but make thee more dear! <br />No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, <br />But as truly loves on to the close, <br />As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets <br />The same look which she turned when he rose!<br /><br />Thomas Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/believe-me-if-all-those-endearing-young-charms/
