Youth Gone and Beauty Gone if Ever There - by Christina Rosseti

Youth gone, and beauty gone if ever there 

Dwelt beauty in so poor a face as this; 

Youth gone and beauty, what remains of bliss? 

I will not bind fresh roses in my hair,

Grown and Flown - by Christina Rosseti

I loved my love from green of Spring

Until sere Autumn's fall;

But now that leaves are withering

How should one love at all?