NO, my own love of other years! <br />No, it must never be. <br />Much rests with you that yet endears, <br />Alas! but what with me? <br />Could those bright years o’er me revolve <br />So gay, o’er you so fair, <br />The pearl of life we would dissolve <br />And each the cup might share. <br />You show that truth can ne’er decay, <br />Whatever fate befalls; <br />I, that the myrtle and the bay <br />Shoot fresh on ruin’d walls.<br /><br />Walter Savage Landor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-after-time/
