THE VERDANT ivy clings around <br />Yon moss be-mantled wall, <br />As if it sought to hide the stones, <br />That crumbling soon must fall: <br />That relic of a bygone age <br />Now tottering to decay, <br />Has but one friend—the ivy—left. <br />The rest have passed away. <br /> <br />The fairy flowers that once did bloom <br />And smile beneath its shade; <br />They lingered till the autumn came, <br />And autumn saw them fade: <br />The emerald leaves that blushed between— <br />The winds away have blown; <br />But yet to cheer the mournful scene, <br />The ivy liveth on. <br /> <br />Thus heavenly hope will still survive, <br />When earthly joys have fled; <br />And all the flow’ry dreams of youth <br />Lie withering and dead. <br />When Winter comes—it twines itself <br />Around the human heart; <br />And like the ivy on the wall <br />Will ne’er from thence depart.<br /><br />Henry Kendall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ivy-on-the-wall/
