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IMPROMPTU.

Says time to love, “Thou idle boy!
“Thy art is now a jest!
“Thy raptures only serve to cloy,
“And freeze the modern breast.”
“True,” replies love, “but why dost thou
“This keen reproach bestow?
“Since 'tis before thy wing I bow,
Thy scythe has laid me low;
“For what so dims the flame of love?
“(Since coldness is my crime)
“Ah! what can so destructive prove
“As thou, oh! chilling time!