Lost Love
WHO wins his Love shall lose her,Who loses her shall gain,For still the spirit woos her,A soul without a stain;And Memory still pursues herWith longings not in vain!
He loses her who gains her,Who watches day by dayThe dust of time that stains her,The griefs that leave her grey,The flesh that yet enchains herWhose grace hath passed away!
Oh, happier he who gains notThe Love some seem to gain:The joy that custom stains notShall still with him remain,The loveliness that wanes not,The Love that ne’er can wane.
In dreams she grows not olderThe lands of Dream among,Though all the world wax colder,Though all the songs be sung,In dreams doth he behold herStill fair and kind and young.