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Thomas Hood - Time, Hope And Memory
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I heard a gentle maiden, in the spring, 
Set her sweet sighs to music, and thus sing: 
"Fly through the world, and I will follow thee, 
Only for looks that may turn back on me; 
"Only for roses that your chance may throw— 
Though withered—Twill wear them on my brow, 
To be a thoughtful fragrance to my brain,— 
Warm`d with such love, that they will bloom again." 
"Thy love before thee, I must tread behind, 
Kissing thy foot-prints, though to me unkind; 
But trust not all her fondness, though it seem, 
Lest thy true love should rest on a false dream." 
"Her face is smiling, and her voice is sweet; 
But smiles betray, and music sings deceit; 
And words speak false;—yet, if they welcome prove, 
I`ll be their echo, and repeat their love." 
"Only if waken`d to sad truth, at last, 
The bitterness to come, and sweetness past; 
When thou art vext, then turn again, and see 
Thou hast loved Hope, but Memory loved thee."
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