Friday, 20 April 2012


She loves me
She loves me not
'Tis fit for us to find
Love's meaning midst
The weary times when
Now and then and then
Again what's done is done
If not now when ?
Take heed for soon thy
Earthly span in dolour
Deep by sexton's hand
Will be tolled out from
Lych to grave and love's
Horizons rolled away
And now the bright eye
Dimpled cheek and hidden
Parts are worms' to seek;
So seize the chance and
Steal the kiss whilst time
Is left say this and this
Twixt cot and grave we
Make our bed
Thus carpe diem ~
Coyness shed

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