Monday, October 28, 2013

Love Not.

By Caroline Elizabeth Sarah (Sheridan) Norton



 
LOVE not, love not, ye hapless sons of clay!
  Hope’s gayest wreaths are made of earthly flow’rs—
Things that are made to fade and fall away,
  When they have blossom’d but a few short hours.
                        Love not, love not!        5
 
Love not, love not! The thing you love may die—
  May perish from the gay and gladsome earth;
The silent stars, the blue and smiling sky,
  Beam on its grave as once upon its birth.
                        Love not, love not!        10
 
Love not, love not! The thing you love may change,
  The rosy lip may cease to smile on you;
The kindly beaming eye grow cold and strange;
  The heart still warmly beat, yet not be true.
                        Love not, love not!        15
 
Love not, love not! O warning vainly said
  In present years, as in the years gone by!
Love flings a halo round the dear one’s head,
  Faultless, immortal—till they change or die!
                        Love not, love not!        20
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