Believe me, if all those endearing young charms
   Which I gaze on so fondly to-day,
Were to change by to-morrow, and melt in my arms,
Like fairy-gifts fading away,
Thou would'st 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.