English poem
BROKEN WAVES.
by Rose Hawthorne Lathrop (1851–1926)
The sun is lying on the garden-wall, The full red rose is sweetening all the air, The day is happier than a dream most fair; The evening weaves afar a wide-spread pall, And lo! sun, day, and rose, no longer there!
I have a lover now my life is young, I have a love to keep this many a day; My heart will hold it when my life is gray, My love will last although my heart be wrung. My life, my heart, my love shall fade away!
O lover loved, the day has only gone! In death or life, our love can only go; Never forgotten is the joy we know, We follow memory when life is done: No wave is lost in all the tides that flow.