Love’s Disaster

When all the world was bright with spring,
And love’s young dream was mine,
I thought no ill could ever bring
A cloud across the shine.

But, lo! the storm came sudden o’er,
The sky grew dark and drear;
And love, that seemed so bright before,
Was changed to bitter fear.

And now I know that love is blind,
And hope is all a lie;
And he who trusts in womankind
Must surely rue the day.

For love is like a summer dream,
That fades away too soon;
And he who hopes to win the gleam
Must pay the bitter boon.

So let me learn from bitterest woe
The lesson love has taught,
And never trust to woman’s vow,
Or hope to win her heart.

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