Robert Browning
Ah, Love but a day
Ah, Love, but a day
And the world has changed!
The sun's away
And the bird estranged;
The wind has dropped
And the sky's deranged;
Summer has stopped
Look in my eyes!
Wilt thou change too?
Should I fear surprise?
Shall I find aught new
In the old and dear
In the good and true
With the changing year?