DEAD LOVE - Elizabeth Siddall Poems


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Oh never weep for love that's dead
    Since love is seldom true
But changes his fashion from blue to red,
    From brightest red to blue,
And love was born to an early death
    And is so seldom true.

Then harbour no smile on your bonny face
    To win the deepest sigh.
The fairest words on truest lips
    Pass on and surely die,
And you will stand alone, my dear,
    When wintry winds draw nigh.

Sweet, never weep for what cannot be,
    For this God has not given.
If the merest dream of love were true
    Then, sweet, we should be in heaven,
And this is only earth, my dear,
    Where true love is not given.