So end the lyrics of my earliest passion—
First love, with all its fever and its fears—
So wakes the new love in a nobler fashion,
So die the little griefs and shallow tears.

But Joy will live and Spring can never perish—
Youth in my heart will burn until I die;
And all the beauties that my soul may cherish
Will fill a richer earth and vaster sky.

For now Love comes with all the early fire,
The exultation and the leaping joy,
Blended with something homelier and higher—
Peace and a faith the years cannot destroy.