Landon in The New Monthly 1825/Song 3
I vow'd a vow of faith to thee,
By the red rose of June;
I vow'd it by the rainbow,
And by the silver moon.
The red rose is departed,
Fresh ones are blooming there;
The rainbow has not left a shade
Upon the azure air.
And the crescent moon has swell'd
Into a golden round,
And a sign of chance and change
On each and all are found.
Then say not I have broken
The faith I vow'd to thee;
Change was made for all on earth,—
Was it not made for me?L. E. L.