So sweet love seemed that April morn, <br />When first we kissed beside the thorn, <br />So strangely sweet, it was not strange <br />We thought that love could never change. <br /> <br />But I can tell--let truth be told-- <br />That love will change in growing old; <br />Though day by day is naught to see, <br />So delicate his motions be. <br /> <br />And in the end 'twill come to pass <br />Quite to forget what once he was, <br />Nor even in fancy to recall <br />The pleasure that was all in all. <br /> <br />His little spring, that sweet we found, <br />So deep in summer floods is drowned, <br />I wonder, bathed in joy complete, <br />How love so young could be so sweet.<br /><br />Robert Seymour Bridges<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/so-sweet-love-seemed-that-april-morn/
