It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear,
That the fervour and faith of a soul can be known,
To which time will but make thee more dear:
No the heart that has truly loved nver forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close, As the sunflower turns on the sun, when he sets,
The same look which she turned when he rose.

Adapted from a Poem by Thomas Moore