Ah, Love, but a day
And the world has changed!
The sun's away
And the bird estranged;
The wind has dropped
And the sky's deranged;
Summer has stopped

Look in my eyes!
Wilt thou change too?
Should I fear surprise?
Shall I find aught new
In the old and dear
In the good and true
With the changing year?

Thou art a man
But I am thy love
For the lake, its swan;
For the dell, its dove;
And for thee — (oh, haste!)
Me, to bend above
Me, to hold embraced