They are not long, the days of wine and roses: Out of a misty dream Our path emerges for awhile, then closes Within a dream.
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I understand that absinthe makes the tart grow fonder.
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And I was desolate and sick of an old passion.
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You ask my love completest, As strong next year as now, The devil take you, sweetest, Ere I make aught such vow. Life is a masque that changes, A fig for constancy! No love at all were better, Than love which is not free.
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Ah, Lalage! while life is ours, Hoard not thy beauty rose and white, But pluck the pretty fleeing flowers That deck our little path of light: For all too soon we twain shall tread The bitter pastures of the dead: Estranged, sad spectres of the night.
Tags: transience, poetry, living, life, death
I was not sorrowful, but only tired Of everything that ever I desired.
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