  L LOVE me now! Love has such a little minute! Day crowds on day with swift and noiseless tread, Life’s end comes ere fairly we begin it; Pain jostles joy, and hope gives place to dread. Love me now! It will be too late when we are dead! Love me now! While we still are young together, While glad and brave the sun shines overhead, Hand locked in hand, in blue, smiling weather. Sighing were sin, and variance ill bestead; It will be too late when you are dead! Love me now! Shadows hover in the distance, Cold winds are coming, green leaves must turn red. Frownest thou, my Love, at this sad insistence? Even this moment may the dart be sped. Love me now! It will be too late when I am dead! |
|
