John Kenyon - The Broken Appointment lyrics

I sought at morn the beechen bower. Thy verdant grot; It came—it went—the promised hour— I found thee not. Light Zephyrs from the quivering boughs Soon brushed the transient dew; Then first I feared that Love's own vows Were transient too! At eve I sought the well known stream Where, wont to rove, We breathed so oft, by twilight gleam, Our vows of love; I stopped upon the pleasant brink, And saw the wave glide past; Ah me! I could not help but think Love glides as fast. Then all along the moonlight glen, So soft—so fair— I sought thy truant steps agen— Thou wert not there. The clouds held on their busy way Athwart the waning Moon; And such, I said, Love's fitful ray, And wanes as soon. Oh! I had culled for thee a wreath Of blossoms rare; But now each flowret droops beneath The chill night-air. 'Tis past—long past—our latest hour, And yet thou art not nigh; Oh! Love, thou art indeed a flower Born but to die!