Love, pluck your flowers:
To-morrow they may fade,
And, faded, who shall tell
How once they were arrayed?
Love, wear your crown:
To-morrow you may sleep.
And, sleeping, who shall say
What state you used to keep?
Love, love me now,
For soon it will be night:
In darkness hearts forget
The gladness of the light.
(Ethel Clifford)
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