When we first met, dark wintry skies were glooming, <br />And the wild winds sang requiem to the year; <br />But thou, in all thy beauty's pride wert blooming, <br />And my young heart knew hope without a fear. <br />When we last parted, summer suns were smiling, <br />And the bright earth her flowery vesture wore, <br />But thou hadst lost the power of beguiling, <br />For my wrecked, wearied heart, could hope no more.<br /><br />Frances Anne Kemble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-51/
