No, no, the falling blossom is no sign
Of loveliness destroy'd and sorrow mute;
The blossom sheds its loveliness divine; -
Its mission is to prophecy the fruit.
Nor is the day of love for ever dead,
When young enchantment and romance are gone;
The veil is drawn, but all the future dread
Is lightened by the finger of the dawn.
Love moves with life along a darker way,
They cast a shadow and they call it death:
But rich is the fulfilment of their day;
The purer passion and the firmer faith.
Song (untitled #8)
George Meredith
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Poem topics: death, faith, future, life, passion, romance, sorrow, shadow, fruit, young, finger, destroy, divine, dawn, Valentine's Day, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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