When love in the faint heart trembles,
  And the eyes with tears are wet,
Oh, tell me what resembles
  Thee, young Regret?
Violets with dewdrops drooping;
  Lilies o’erfull of gold,
Roses in June rains stooping,
  That weep for the cold,
Are like thee, young Regret.

Bloom, violets, lilies, and roses!
  But what,...