No, no, the falling blossom is no sign <br />Of loveliness destroy'd and sorrow mute; <br />The blossom sheds its loveliness divine; - <br />Its mission is to prophecy the fruit. <br /> <br />Nor is the day of love for ever dead, <br />When young enchantment and romance are gone; <br />The veil is drawn, but all the future dread <br />Is lightened by the finger of the dawn. <br /> <br />Love moves with life along a darker way, <br />They cast a shadow and they call it death: <br />But rich is the fulfilment of their day; <br />The purer passion and the firmer faith.<br /><br />George Meredith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-untitled-8/
