THE NEW LOVE

I thought my heart was death chilled,

I thought its fires were cold;

But the new love, the new love,

It warmeth like the old.

I thought its rooms were shadowed

With the gloom of endless night;

But the new love, the new love,

It fills them full of light.

I thought the chambers empty,

And proclaimed it unto men;

But the new love, the new love,

It peoples them again.

I thought its halls were silent,

And hushed the whole day long;

But the new love, the new love,

It fills them full of song.

Then here is to the new love,

Let who will sing the old;

The new love, the new love,

‘ Tis more than fame or gold.

For it gives us joy for sorrow,

And it gives us warmth for cold;

Oh! the new love, the new love,

‘ Tis better than the old.