James B. Kenyon - Foreshadowings lyrics

Lo! in the valley, Love the galingale Bends to the blast beside the river-shore, And autumn pipes forever more and more, While summer's slender voices faint and fail. Lo! now the liveried leaf grows sere and pale-- A phantom of the glory gone before-- And in the woodland walks we knew of yore Long since the songster ceased his tuneful tale. Love, let us love; life's summer waneth soon; Brief is the splendour of its fervent day: For every blood-red rose of balmy June Hath burst a tender bud of early May. I unto thee would consecrate a boon; O shall we love, or shall we still delay?