When the last Morning star softly fades in the dawning
of the pale, misty light of the last summer morning;
When the last blossom smiles in the last sun-ray, beaming,
and the last story ends; with all hopes, and all dreaming;
As the last swallow climbs on the last winds a'breathing,
and the last butterfly lifts her wings, for the leaving...

I shall love you, still.


When the last Dragonfly spreads her wings in the warm glow,
for to dart her last flight in the last flowering meadow;
As the last leaves burn gold in the deep forest greening,
and the last Bumblebee dreams her last, honeyed dreaming;
As the last Swan glides down to the last river's wending,
and the last crystal spring softly flows to its ending...

I shall love you, still.


When the last Rainbow smiles through the last gentle shower,
and the last petal falls from the last fading flower;
As the last Skylark lifts, in her last spiral weeping,
And the last cloudling melts in the last azure deeping;
When the last birdsong rings in the last woodland glading,
and the last Eagle soars; her last, sad cry soft fading...

I shall love you, still.


When the last Mountain range crumbles down, swiftly breaching,
and whatever might be, is now far from the reaching;
When the last Ocean breaks the last wave, softly foaming,
and the last Sea-birds cry on the last breeze a'roaming;
As the last sands of time softly run to their dooming,
with the last precious hours of the last day swift looming...

l shall love you, still.


When the last Sun is goldening, with the last dusk a'creeping,
and the last Evening star shimmers to her last sleeping;
As the last pale moon drifts to her last wane-some flowering,
and the last twilight glim of the last day is lowering;
As the last stars grow dark, with the last night a'deeping,
and all that was once, is no more for the keeping...

I shall love you, still.