Change Upon Change
Five
months
ago
the
stream
did
flow,
The
lilies
bloomed
within
the
sedge,
And
we
were
lingering
to
and
fro,
Where
none
will
track
thee
in
this
snow,
Along
the
stream,
beside
the
hedge.
Ah,
Sweet,
be
free
to
love
and
go!
For
if
I
do
not
hear
thy
foot,
The
frozen
river
is
as
mute,
The
flowers
have
dried
down
to
the
root:
And
why,
since
these
be
changed
since
May,
Shouldst
thou
change
less
than
they.
And
slow,
slow
as
the
winter
snow
The
tears
have
drifted
to
mine
eyes;
And
my
poor
cheeks,
five
months
ago
Set
blushing
at
thy
praises
so,
Put
paleness
on
for
a
disguise.
Ah,
Sweet,
be
free
to
praise
and
go!
For
if
my
face
is
turned
too
pale,
It
was
thine
oath
that
first
did
fail,
—
It
was
thy
love
proved
false
and
frail,
—
And
why,
since
these
be
changed
enow,
Should
I
change
less
than
thou.
