We change, and others change, while recollection Fain would renew what it can but recall : Dark are life's dreams, and weary its affection, And cold … - Letitia Elizabeth Landon

But who e'er turned from beauty's ray
For fear of future shade;
Or who e'er flung a rose away
Because that rose might fade.

All over the world with thee, my love !
All over the world with thee ;
I care not what sky may low'r above,
Or how dark our path may be.

It is the strangest problem of humanity — one too, for which the closest investigation can never quite account — to trace the progress by which innocence becomes guilt, and how those who formerly trembled to think of crime, are led on to commit that at which they once shuddered.