 | The poems of Richard Henry Stoddard |  |
[Thus to waste the precious hours]
Thus to waste the precious hours,
With the hues and scents of flowers,
Captured by the woman's eyes
That bestows them, is not wise.
With the hues and scents of flowers,
Captured by the woman's eyes
That bestows them, is not wise.
Take the flowers that longest live,
And the sweetest odors give;
Scarce a summer's day they bloom,
Frailer still is woman's doom.
And the sweetest odors give;
Scarce a summer's day they bloom,
Frailer still is woman's doom.
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Therefore keep thy fancy free,
Woman knows not constancy:
This the soundest wits approve,
This is wise—but not to love!
Woman knows not constancy:
This the soundest wits approve,
This is wise—but not to love!
| The poems of Richard Henry Stoddard | |