Oh never weep for love that’s dead <br />Since love is seldom true <br />But changes his fashion from blue to red, <br />From brightest red to blue, <br />And love was born to an early death <br />And is so seldom true. <br /> <br />Then harbour no smile on your bonny face <br />To win the deepest sigh. <br />The fairest words on truest lips <br />Pass on and surely die, <br />And you will stand alone, my dear, <br />When wintry winds draw nigh. <br /> <br />Sweet, never weep for what cannot be, <br />For this God has not given. <br />If the merest dream of love were true <br />Then, sweet, we should be in heaven, <br />And this is only earth, my dear, <br />Where true love is not given.<br /><br />Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dead-love-3/
