Song

Love love to-day, my dear

Love is not always here

Wise maids know how soon grows sere

The greenest leaf of Spring.

But no man knoweth

Whither it goeth

When the wind bloweth

So frail a thing.

Love love, my dear, to-day

If the ship's in the bay

If the bird has come your way

That sings on summer trees.

When his song faileth

And the ship saileth

No voice availeth

To call back these.