For if my face is turned too pale,

Should I change less than thou.

It was thy love proved false and frail, --

And slow, slow as the winter snow

It九九藏书 was thine oath that first did fail, --

And we were lingering to and fro,

And why, since these be changed since May,

Ah, Sweet, be free 九-九-藏-书-网to praise and go!

Ah, Sweet, be free to love and go!

And why, since these be changed enow,

T九*九*藏*书*网he lilies bloomed within the sedge,

Shouldst thou change less than they.

For if I do not hear thy foot,

Along the stream, beside the hedge.

The 九九藏书frozen river is as mute,

Where none will track thee in this snow,

The tears have drifted to mine eyes;

Set blushing at ｈｔtp://ｗwｗ.９９lｉｂ•netthy praises so,

Five months ago the stream did flow,

And my poor cheeks, five months ago

Put paleness on for a disguise.

The flowers have dried down to the root: