Song

NO, no, the falling blossom is no sign Of loveliness destroy’d and sorrow mute; The blossom sheds its loveliness divine;— Its mission is to prophecy the fruit.

Nor is the day of love for ever dead, When young enchantment and romance are gone; The veil is drawn, but all the future dread Is lightened by the finger of the dawn.

Love moves with life along a darker way, They cast a shadow and they call it death: But rich is the fulfilment of their day; The purer passion and the firmer faith.