Your picture smiles as first it smiled; The ring you gave is still the same; Your letter tells, O changing child! No tidings @3since@1 it came. Give me an amulet That keeps intelligence with you, -- Red when you love, and rosier red, And when you love not, pale and blue. Alas! that neither bonds nor vows Can certify possession; Torments me still the fear that love Died in its last expression. |