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CARPE DIEM.
To-day I can not choose but share
The indolence of earth and air;
In dreamful languor lying,
I see, like thistle-flowers that sail
Adown some hazed autumnal vale,
The Hours to Lethé flying.
The indolence of earth and air;
In dreamful languor lying,
I see, like thistle-flowers that sail
Adown some hazed autumnal vale,
The Hours to Lethé flying.
The hour-glass twinkles in the sun;
Unchanged its ceaseless course is run
Through ever-changeful weathers—
“Time flies,” its motto: 't is no crime,
I think, to pluck the wings of Time,
And sleep upon his feathers!
Unchanged its ceaseless course is run
Through ever-changeful weathers—
“Time flies,” its motto: 't is no crime,
I think, to pluck the wings of Time,
And sleep upon his feathers!
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