 | The Complete Poems and Collected Letters of Adelaide Crapsey |  |
Time Flies.
Yesterday in the garden-close
Budded and blossomed and blew a rose,
Faded and fallen its petals gay;
The rose lies dead in the garden to-day.
But, sweet, I pray you do not sorrow,
As fair a rose will bloom to-morrow.
Budded and blossomed and blew a rose,
Faded and fallen its petals gay;
The rose lies dead in the garden to-day.
But, sweet, I pray you do not sorrow,
As fair a rose will bloom to-morrow.
Yesterday, dearest, you and I,
Swore that our love would never die.
Our vows were frail as all vows be.
To-day love's fled from you and me.
But, sweet, I pray you do not sorrow,
New love will come to us to-morrow.
Swore that our love would never die.
Our vows were frail as all vows be.
To-day love's fled from you and me.
But, sweet, I pray you do not sorrow,
New love will come to us to-morrow.
Thus the hours swiftly by us go;
Well, I e'en wist it must be so.
Do not weep now for what is past,
Love and roses will never last.
Then gaily speed past what is over,
And gladly greet new rose and lover.
Well, I e'en wist it must be so.
Do not weep now for what is past,
Love and roses will never last.
Then gaily speed past what is over,
And gladly greet new rose and lover.
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