Thou hast not forgotten, thou could'st not forget,
The vow at our parting, the kiss when we met!
That sunshine could darken, I'd sooner believe,
Than that thou with such warmth could swear and deceive. They tell me that love like the daylight comes on,
First pure and serene, then is warmer at noon;
And though in the ev'ning seems deeper the ray,
The strength of the sunshine is dying away. I may not, I must not, believe it is true,
That thy love in its noon, is like ev'ning's hue,
That looks, such as thine, seeming truth to the last,
Were the beams of affection whose fervour was past.