OK, so lets fall back to one-hundred years or so before Edna S.V.M. to the early part of the 19th century and read a bit of verse by Irish poet Thomas Moore. This is one of his most famous poems and I am fond of the sentiment. So much so, in fact, that I read it as part of my toast to my brother and his wife at their wedding some years ago. Sadly, although the happy couple liked it a lot, my brother’s new in-laws did not. (I don’t think they had as much of a problem with the poem as they did with the breech of protocol — all comments were to be approved in advance by them.) Oh, well, life goes on. They weren’t the ones getting married… :-)So what do you think of this one? My bad? Comment me!
Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
Which I gaze on so fondly to-day
Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms,
Like fairy-gifts fading away,
Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will,
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still.
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 sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets,
The same look which she turned when he rose.