They but Dream Who Believe

They but dream who believe that the heart can be ever Found true in its fervent devotion, That naught in the noon-tide of youth can e’er sever The bonds of enchanting emotion; For stern Fate commands—and the day-star grows pale, And the angels weep softly above, And we hear, mid the sound of a low, broken wail, “Oh, what is more faithless than love?” But some heart must break, though the world still moves on, Unmindful of smiles and of tears; And some bosom must throb with the light of life gone, Alone through the desolate years!