The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore Collected by Himself. In Ten Volumes |
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TO-DAY, DEAREST! IS OURS.
To-day, dearest! is ours;
Why should Love carelessly lose it?
This life shines or low'rs
Just as we, weak mortals, use it.
'Tis time enough, when its flow'rs decay,
To think of the thorns of Sorrow;
And Joy, if left on the stem to-day,
May wither before to-morrow.
Why should Love carelessly lose it?
This life shines or low'rs
Just as we, weak mortals, use it.
'Tis time enough, when its flow'rs decay,
To think of the thorns of Sorrow;
And Joy, if left on the stem to-day,
May wither before to-morrow.
Then why, dearest! so long
Let the sweet moments fly over?
Though now, blooming and young,
Thou hast me devoutly thy lover,
Yet Time from both, in his silent lapse,
Some treasure may steal or borrow;
Thy charms may be less in bloom, perhaps,
Or I less in love to-morrow.
Let the sweet moments fly over?
Though now, blooming and young,
Thou hast me devoutly thy lover,
Yet Time from both, in his silent lapse,
Some treasure may steal or borrow;
Thy charms may be less in bloom, perhaps,
Or I less in love to-morrow.
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