WHEN green leaves come again, my love, <br />When green leaves come again,-- <br />Why put on such a cloudy face, <br />When green leaves come again? <br /> <br />'Ah, this spring will be like the last, <br />Of promise false and vain; <br />And summer die in winter's arms <br />Ere green leaves come again. <br /> <br />'So slip the seasons--and our lives; <br />'T is idle to complain: <br />But yet I sigh, I scarce know why, <br />When green leaves come again.' <br /> <br />Nay, lift up thankful eyes, my sweet! <br />Count equal, lost and gain: <br />Because, as long as the world lasts, <br />Green leaves will come again. <br /> <br />For, sure as earth lives under snows, <br />And Love lives under pain, <br />'T is good to sing with everything, <br />'When green leaves come again.'<br /><br />Dinah Maria Mulock Craik<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-green-leaves-come-again/
