Love Not.Love not! love not! ye hapless sons of clay.Hope’s gayest wreaths are made of earthly flowers;Things that are made to fade and fall away,Ere they have blossom’d for a few short hours.Love not! love not!Love not! love not! the thing you love may die,May perish from the gay and gladsome earth;The silent star, the blue and smiling sky,Beams on its grave, as once upon its earth.Love not! love not!Love not! love not! the thing you love may change,The rosy lip may cease to smile on you;The kindly beaming eye grow cold and strange,The heart still warmly beat, yet not be true.Love not! love not!Love not! love not! Oh, warning vainly saidIn present hours, as in years gone by,Love sings a halo round the dear one’s head,Faultless, immortal, till they change or die.Love not! love not!
Love Not.Love not! love not! ye hapless sons of clay.Hope’s gayest wreaths are made of earthly flowers;Things that are made to fade and fall away,Ere they have blossom’d for a few short hours.Love not! love not!Love not! love not! the thing you love may die,May perish from the gay and gladsome earth;The silent star, the blue and smiling sky,Beams on its grave, as once upon its earth.Love not! love not!Love not! love not! the thing you love may change,The rosy lip may cease to smile on you;The kindly beaming eye grow cold and strange,The heart still warmly beat, yet not be true.Love not! love not!Love not! love not! Oh, warning vainly saidIn present hours, as in years gone by,Love sings a halo round the dear one’s head,Faultless, immortal, till they change or die.Love not! love not!
Love Not.Love not! love not! ye hapless sons of clay.Hope’s gayest wreaths are made of earthly flowers;Things that are made to fade and fall away,Ere they have blossom’d for a few short hours.Love not! love not!Love not! love not! the thing you love may die,May perish from the gay and gladsome earth;The silent star, the blue and smiling sky,Beams on its grave, as once upon its earth.Love not! love not!Love not! love not! the thing you love may change,The rosy lip may cease to smile on you;The kindly beaming eye grow cold and strange,The heart still warmly beat, yet not be true.Love not! love not!Love not! love not! Oh, warning vainly saidIn present hours, as in years gone by,Love sings a halo round the dear one’s head,Faultless, immortal, till they change or die.Love not! love not!
Love not! love not! ye hapless sons of clay.Hope’s gayest wreaths are made of earthly flowers;Things that are made to fade and fall away,Ere they have blossom’d for a few short hours.Love not! love not!
Love not! love not! ye hapless sons of clay.
Hope’s gayest wreaths are made of earthly flowers;
Things that are made to fade and fall away,
Ere they have blossom’d for a few short hours.
Love not! love not!
Love not! love not! the thing you love may die,May perish from the gay and gladsome earth;The silent star, the blue and smiling sky,Beams on its grave, as once upon its earth.Love not! love not!
Love not! love not! the thing you love may die,
May perish from the gay and gladsome earth;
The silent star, the blue and smiling sky,
Beams on its grave, as once upon its earth.
Love not! love not!
Love not! love not! the thing you love may change,The rosy lip may cease to smile on you;The kindly beaming eye grow cold and strange,The heart still warmly beat, yet not be true.Love not! love not!
Love not! love not! the thing you love may change,
The rosy lip may cease to smile on you;
The kindly beaming eye grow cold and strange,
The heart still warmly beat, yet not be true.
Love not! love not!
Love not! love not! Oh, warning vainly saidIn present hours, as in years gone by,Love sings a halo round the dear one’s head,Faultless, immortal, till they change or die.Love not! love not!
Love not! love not! Oh, warning vainly said
In present hours, as in years gone by,
Love sings a halo round the dear one’s head,
Faultless, immortal, till they change or die.
Love not! love not!