Remember thee?
Ay, me;
I am forgotten;
And so our love’s
Strange fate be won
In silence, artfully laid to rest —
Where flowers fade,
And time is tilled —
Oh, love’s essence
Can be found in the fall of leaves,
And the whispering sigh as they crackle beneath.

How one moment does rain bring
Friends lured to re-create lost happiness!
Yet never again shall
Time turn its tide;
A heart shall mourn,
Though everything must die.
Lo! even flowers fall,
That though they still might be
Must yield to fate, what love might revere.

• Lord Byron