Grown and Flown by Christina Georgina Rossetti

I loved my love from green of Spring / Until sere Autumn's fall; / But now that leaves are withering / How should one love at all? / One heart's too small / For hunger, cold, love, everything.

I loved my love on sunny days / Until late Summer's wane; / But now that frost begins to glaze / How should one love again? / Nay, love and pain / Walk wide apart in diverse ways.

I loved my love, -- alas to see / That this should be, alas! / I thought that this could scarcely be, / Yet has it come to pass: / Sweet sweet love was, / Now bitter bitter grown to me.