...and swallow Take wing for her and follow Where summer song rings hollow And flowers are put to scorn. There go the loves that wither, The old loves with...disastrous things ; Dead dreams of days forsaken, "Wild leaves that winds have taken, Red stray a of ruined springs. We are not sure of sorrow, And joy...

...and swallow Take wing for her and follow Where summer song rings hollow And flowers are put to scorn. There go the loves that wither, The old loves with...that winds have taken, Red strays of ruined springs. To-day will die to-morrow ; Time stoops to no man's lure ; And love, grown faint and fretful, With...

...and swallow Take wing for her and follow Where summer song rings hollow And flowers are put to scorn. There go the loves that wither, The old loves with wearier wings; And all dead years draw thither, Wild leaves that winds have taken, Red strays of ruined springs. We are not sure of sorrow, And joy...

...the Tchernaya valley. END OF PART I. PART II. TWENTY-FIVE YEARS AFTER. CHAPTER VI. EVENING SHADOWS. " There go the loves that wither, The old loves with...that winds have taken, Red strays of ruined springs." The Garden of Proserpine. " ' 'Tis not love, Tommy,' says Sir Charles Sedley, ' that doth all the mischief,...

...and swallow Take wing for her and follow Where summer song rings hollow And flowers are put to scorn. There go the loves that wither, The old loves with...that winds have taken, Red strays of ruined springs. L_ We are not sure of sorrow, And joy was never sure ; To-day will die to-morrow ; Time stoops to no...

...and swallow Take wing for her and follow Where summer song rings hollow And flowers are put to scorn. There go the loves that wither, The old loves with...that snows have shaken, Wild leaves that winds have taker . Red strays of ruined springs. We are not sure of sorrow, And joy was never sure ; To-day will...

...and swallow Take wing for her and follow Where summer song rings hollow And flowers are put to scorn. There go the loves that wither, The old loves with...of days forsaken Blind buds that snows have shaken, 02 Wild leaves that winds have taken, Red strays of mined springs. We are not sure of sorrow, And joy...

...and swallow Take wing for her and follow Where summer song rings hollow And flowers are put to scorn. There go the loves that wither, The old loves with...dead years draw thither, And all disastrous things; I Dead dreams of days forsaken, Blind buds that snows have shaken, Wild leaves that winds have taken,...

...and swallow Take wing for her and follow Where summer song rings hollow And flowers are put to scorn. There go the loves that wither, The old loves with...And joy was never sure; To-day will die to-morrow ; And love, grown faint and fretful, With lips but half regretful Sighs, and with eyes forgetful Weeps...

...snatch the cup from my lips before I have time to drain it. Those lines keep throbbing in my head : " ' We are not sure of sorrow, and joy was never sure ; To-day may die to-morrow — time stoops to no man's lure.' And I dread lest my day should die before I have...