"Love Has Turned His Face Away"

Love has turned his face away
Weep, sad eyes!
Love is now of yesterday.

Time that flies,
Bringing glad and grievous things,
Bears no more Love's shining wings.

Love was not all glad, you say;
Tears and sighs
In the midst of kisses lay.

Were it wise.
If we could, to bid him come,
Making with us once more home?

Little doubts that sting and prey,
Hurt replies,
Words for which a life should pay, —

None denies
These of Love were very part.
Thorns that hurt the rose's heart.

Yet should we beseech Love stay,
Sorrow dies;
And if Love will but delay

Joy may rise.
Since, with all its thorns, the rose
Is the sweetest flower that blows.