Classic Poem

April, September,
December, July,
This year's love who'll remember,
When next year's sun is high?
But some hearts don't falter
As passing suns set,
And tho' thou'lt surely alter
I'll cling to thee yet.
O sweet! how sweet we should have met!
O sweet! how sad I can't forget.

My vow I have broken
This heart thus let free,
And the passion outspoken
I cherish for thee.
Ah! my years may grow dreary
And darker than jet,
And this soul still more weary
But I'll think of thee yet.
O sweet! how sweet we should have met!
O sweet! how sad I can't forget!

The courage is shaken
That bowed to no blast,
And time has o'ertaken
My spirit at last.
But autumn may mellow,
The branch become sere,
The winter winds bellow
But thou'lt still be dear.
O sweet! how sweet we should have met!
O sweet! how sad I can't forget!