• Dropt tears have hastened your decay
    And brought you one step nigher death;
    And you have heard, unthrilled, unmoved,
    The music of Love's golden breath
    And seen the light in eyes that loved.
    You think you hold the core and kernel
    Of all the world beneath your crust,
    Old dial? But when you lie in dust,
    This vine will bloom, strong, green, and proved.
    Love is eternal.