Rococo

Straight and swift the swallows fly
To the sojourn of the sun;
All the golden year is done,
All the flower-time flitted by;
Thro' the boughs the witch-winds sigh;
But heart's summer is begun;
Life and love at last are one;
Love-lights glitter in the sky.
Summer days were soon outrun
With the setting of the sun;
Love's delight is never done.
Let the turn-coat roses die;
We are lovers, Love and I;
In Love's lips my roses lie.