My Fair, no beauty of thine will last
Save in my love's eternity
Thy smiles, that light thee fitfully
Are lost for ever - their moment past -
Except the few thou givest to me
Thy sweet words vanish day by day
As all breath of mortality
Thy laughter, done, must cease to be
And all the dear tones pass away
Except the few that sing to me
Hide then within my heart, oh, hide
All thou are loth should go from thee
Be kinder to thyself and me
My cupful from this river's tide
Shall never reach the long sad sea
My Fair was written by Alice Meynell & John Ireland.