Love in the summer hills, <br />With youth to mock at ills, <br />And kisses sweet to cheat <br />Our idle tears away. <br />What else has Time in store, <br />Till Life shall close the door? <br />Still let me sing love's lore, <br />Come sorrow when it may. <br /> <br />Rain on the weeping hills, <br />With Death to end our ills, <br />And only thought unsought <br />To point our joys' decay. <br />Oh Life is wounded sore <br />And Grief's mad waters roar. <br />Yet will I love once more <br />To--day as yesterday.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-in-the-summer-hills/
