The Cold Change
- In the
cold change which time hath wrought on love
snowy winter of his summer prime),
- Should a
chance sigh or sudden tear-drop move
heart to memory of the olden time;
- Turn not
to gaze on me with pitying eyes,
- Nor mock
me with a withered hope renewed;
- But from
the bower we both have loved, arise
leave me to my barren solitude!
boots it that a momentary flame
from the ashes of a dying fire?
- We gaze
upon the hearth from whence it came,
- And know
the exhausted embers must expire:
no pity, or my heart will break;
- Be cold,
be careless--for thy past love's sake!