  Like foam and fire and frost The hours dissolve and go; Let not our time be lost. Though the day seemeth slow, Its feet are shod with fire. Ceaseless the minutes flow. Love, let us slake desire At Life's deep well. Alas! Full soon our Youth will tire And we be mown like grass. Make of this hour the most, Ere on light wings it pass Like foam and fire and frost. |
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