by Thomas Campbell (1777 - 1844)

Language: English 
Could I bring back lost youth again
And be what I have been,
I’d court you in a gallant strain,
My young and fair Florine.

But mine’s the chilling age that chides
Devoted rapture’s glow,
And Love that conquers all besides
Finds time a conqu’ring foe.

Farewell, we’re severed by our fate
As far as night from noon;
You came into the world too late,
And I depart so soon.


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This text was added to the website: 2019-06-17
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