 Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, which I gaze on so fondly today, were to change by to-morrow and fleet in my arms, like fairy gifts fading away, thou wouldst still be adored at this moment thou art. Let thy loveliness fade as it will, and around the dear ruin each wish of my heart would entwine itself verdantly still. It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, and thy cheeks unprofamed by a tear that the fervor and faith of a soul can be known, to which time will but make thee more dear. No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, but has truly loves on to the clothes, as the sunflower turns on her god when he sets, the same look which he turned when he rose. Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, which I gaze on so fondly today, were to change by to-morrow and fleet in my arms, like fairy gifts fading away, thou wouldst still be adored as this moment thou art. Let thy loveliness fade as it will, and around the dear ruin each wish of my heart would entwine itself verdantly still. It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, and thy cheeks unprofamed by a tear that the fervor and faith of a soul can be known, to which time will but make thee more dear. No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, but has truly loves on to the clothes, as the sunflower turns on her god when he sets, the same look which he turned when he rose. Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, which I gaze on so fondly today, were to change by to-morrow and fleet in my arms, like fairy gifts fading away, thou wouldst still be adored as this moment thou art. Let thy loveliness fade as it will, and around the dear ruin each wish of my heart would entwine itself verdantly still. It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, and thy cheeks unprofamed by a tear that the fervor and faith of a soul can be known, to which time will but make thee more dear. No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, but has truly loves on to the clothes, as the sunflower turns on her god when he sets, the same look which she turned when he rose. Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, which I gaze on so fondly today, were to change by to-morrow and fleet in my arms, like fairy gifts fading away, thou wouldst still be adored as this moment thou art. Let thy loveliness fade as it will, and around the dear ruin each wish of my heart would entwine itself verdantly still. It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, and thy cheeks unprofamed by a tear that the fervor and faith of a soul can be known, to which time will but make thee more dear. No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, but has truly loves on to the clothes, as the sunflower turns on her god when he sets, the same look which she turned when he rose. Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, which I gaze on so fondly today, were to change by to-morrow and fleet in my arms, like fairy gifts fading away, thou wouldst still be adored as this moment thou art. Let thy loveliness fade as it will, and around the dear ruin each wish of my heart would entwine itself verdantly still. It is not while beauty and youth of thine own, and thy cheeks unprofamed by a tear that the fervor and faith of a soul can be known, to which time will but make thee more dear. No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, but has truly loves on to the clothes, as the sunflower turns on her god when he sets, the same look which she turned when he rose. Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, which I gaze on so fondly today, were to change by to-morrow and fleet in my arms, like fairy gifts fading away, thou wouldst still be adored as this moment thou art. Let thy loveliness fade as it will, and around the dear ruin each wish of my heart would entwine itself verdantly still. It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, and thy cheeks unprofamed by a tear that the fervor and faith of a soul can be known, to which time will but make thee more dear. No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, but has truly loves on to the clothes, as the sunflower turns on her god when he sets, the same look which she turned when he rose. Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, which I gaze on so fondly today, were to change by to-morrow and fleet in my arms, like fairy gifts fading away, thou wouldst still be adored as this moment thou art. Let thy loveliness fade as it will, and around the dear ruin each wish of my heart would entwine itself verdantly still. It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, and thy cheeks unprofamed by a tear that a fervor and faith of a soul can be known, to which time will but make thee more dear. No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, but has truly loves on to the clothes, as the sunflower turns on her god when he sets, the same look which she turned when he rose. Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, which I gaze on so fondly today, were to change by to-morrow and fleet in my arms, like fairy gifts fading away, thou wouldst still be adored as this moment thou art. Let thy loveliness fade as it will, and around the dear ruin each wish of my heart would entwine itself verdantly still. It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, and thy cheeks unprofamed by a tear that the fervor and faith of a soul can be known, to which time will but make thee more dear. No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, but has truly loves on to the clothes, as the sunflower turns on her god when he sets, the same look which she turned when he rose. Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, by Thomas Moore, read for LibriVox.org by James O'Connor, February 2010. Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, which I gaze on so fondly today, were to change by to-morrow and fleet in my arms, like fairy gifts fading away, thou would still be adored as this moment thou art. Let thy loveliness fade as it will, and around the dear ruin each wish of my heart would entwine itself verdantly still. It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, and thy cheeks unprofamed by a tear that the fervor and faith of a soul can be known, to which time will but make thee more dear. No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, but has truly loves on to the clothes, as the sunflower turns on her god when he sets, the same look which she turned when he rose. Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, by Thomas Moore, read for LibriVox.org by Katie Riley. February 2010. Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, which I gaze on so fondly today, were to change by to-morrow and fleet in my arms, like fairy gifts fading away, thou wouldst still be adored as this moment thou art. Let thy loveliness fade as it will, and around the dear ruin each wish of my heart would entwine itself verdantly still. It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, and thy cheeks unprofamed by a tear that the fervor and faith of a soul can be known, to which time will but make thee more dear. No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, but has truly loves on to the clothes, as the sunflower turns on her god when he sets, the same look which she turned when he rose. And of poem this recording is in the public domain. Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, by Thomas Moore, read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett. Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, which I gaze on so fondly today, were to change by tomorrow and fleet in my arms, like fairy gifts fading away, thou wouldst still be adored as this moment thou art. Let thy loveliness fade as it will, and around the dear ruin each wish of my heart would entwine itself verdantly still. It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, and thy cheeks unprofamed by a tear that the fervor and faith of a soul can be known, to which time will but make thee more dear. No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, but has truly loves on to the clothes, as the sunflower turns on her god when he sets, the same look which she turned when he rose. End of poem This recording is in the public domain. Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, by Thomas Moore, read for LibriVox.org by L. Lambert Lawson. Escondido, California, www.dedicatedtokaren.com. Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, which I gaze on so fondly today, were to change by tomorrow, and fleet in my arms, like fairy gifts fading away, thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art. Let thy loveliness fade as it will, and around the dear ruin each wish of my heart would entwine itself verdantly still. It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, and thy cheeks unprofamed by a tear that the fervor and faith of a soul can be known, to which time will but make thee more dear. No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, but has truly loves on to the clothes, as the sunflower turns on her god when he sets, the same look which she turned when he rose. Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, by Thomas Moore, read for LibriVox.org by Leonard Wilson of Springfield, Ohio, February 2010. Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, which I gaze on so fondly today, were to change by tomorrow, and fleet in my arms like fairy gifts fading away, thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art. Let thy loveliness fade as it will, and around the dear ruin each wish of my heart would entwine itself verdantly still. It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, and thy cheeks unprofamed by a tear that the fervor and faith of a soul can be known, to which time will but make thee more dear. No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, but has truly loves on to the clothes, as the sunflower turns on her god when he sets, the same look which she turned when he rose. And upon this recording is in the public domain. Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, by Thomas Moore, read for LibriVox.org by Matthew Tiscarino in Ithaca, New York, February 2010. Believe me, if all those endearing young charms which I gaze on so fondly today, were to change by tomorrow, and fleet in my arms like fairy gifts fading away, thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, that thy loveliness fade as it will, and around the dear ruin each wish of my heart would entwine itself verdantly still. It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, and thy cheeks unprofamed by a tear that the fervour and faith of a soul can be known, to which time will but make thee more dear. No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, but has truly loves on to the clothes, as the sunflower turns on her god when he sets, the same look which she turned when he rose. Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, by Thomas Moore, read for LibriVox.org by Nicholas James Bridgewater. Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, which I gaze on so fondly today, were to change by tomorrow, and fleet in my arms like fairy gifts fading away, thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, let thy loveliness fade as it will, and around the dear ruin each wish of my heart would entwine itself verdantly still. It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, and thy cheeks unprofamed by a tear that the fervour and faith of a soul can be known, to which time will but make thee more dear. No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, but has truly loves on to the clothes, as the sunflower turns on her god when he sets, the same look which she turned when he rose. Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, by Thomas Moore, read for LibriVox.org by Ruth Golding. Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, which I gaze on so fondly today, were to change by tomorrow, and fleet in my arms like fairy gifts fading away, thou would still be adored, as this moment thou art, let thy loveliness fade as it will, and around the dear ruin each wish of my heart would entwine itself verdantly still. It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, and thy cheeks unprofamed by a tear that the fervour and faith of a soul can be known, to which time will but make thee more dear. No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, but has truly loves on to the clothes. As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets, the same look which she turned when he rose. Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, by Thomas Moore, read for LibriVox.org by Raven Notation. Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, which I gaze on so fondly today, were to change by tomorrow, and fleet in my arms like fairy gifts fading away, thou would still be adored, as this moment thou art, let thy loveliness fade as it will, and around the dear ruin each wish of my heart would entwine itself verdantly still. It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, and thy cheeks unprofamed by a tear that the fervour and faith of a soul can be known, to which time will but make thee more dear. No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, but has truly loves on to the clothes. As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets, the same look which she turned when he rose.