Poem by Robert Seymour Bridges

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So sweet love seemed that April morn,
When first we kissed beside the thorn,
So strangely sweet, it was not strange
We thought that love could never change.

But I can tell--let truth be told--
That love will change in growing old;
Though day by day is naught to see,
So delicate his motions be.

And in the end 'twill come to pass
Quite to forget what once he was,
Nor even in fancy to recall
The pleasure that was all in all.

His little spring, that sweet we found,
So deep in summer floods is drowned,
I wonder, bathed in joy complete,
How love so young could be so sweet. 

1. The Palm Willow
2. I Found To-day out Walking
3. Sometimes When My Lady Sits by Me
4. To Joseph Joachim
5. Poor Withered Rose and Dry

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