BELIEVE ME IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS
Thomas Moore

Believe me if all those endearing young charms
Which I gaze on so fondly today,
Were to fade by tomorrow and fleet in my arms
Like fairy gifts fading away,
Thou would still be adored, as this moment thou art,
Let thy fairy gifts fade as they will,
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still.

Oh, it is not while beauty and youth are thine own
And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear,
That the fervor and faith of a soul can be known
To which time will but make thee more dear.
No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close,
As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets
The same look she turned when he rose.