Remember you, my love, the fairy tale,
Where the young pairs were spell-bound in the vale?
When all around them gay or glorious seem’d,
And of bright views and ceaseless joys they dream’d;
Young love and infant life no more could give—
They said but half, when they exclaim’d, “We live!”
All was so light, so lovely, so serene, 160
And not a trouble to be heard or seen;
Till, melting into truth, the vision fled,
And there came miry roads and thorny ways instead.