Classic Poem

If only a single Rose is left,
Why should the Summer pine?
A blade of grass in a rocky cleft;
A single star to shine.
— Why should I sorrow if all be lost,
If only thou art mine?

If only a single Blue-bell gleams
Bright on the barren heath,
Still of that flower the Summer dreams,
Not of his August wreath.
— Why should I sorrow, if thou art mine,
Love, beyond change and death?

If only once on a wintry day
The sun shines forth in the blue,
He gladdens the groves till they laugh as in May
And dream of the touch of the dew.
— Why should I sorrow if all be false,
If only thou art true?