Florine

COULD I bring back lost youth again

And be what I have been,

I’d court you in a gallant strain,

My young and fair Florine.

But mine’s the chilling age that chides

Devoted rapture’s glow,

And Love—that conquers all besides—

Finds Time a conquering foe.

Farewell! we’re severed by our fate

As far as night from noon;

You came into the world too late,

And I depart so soon.