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 And to my solitude sometimes I bring

A gracious shape to sit with me and sing,

Losing, to find, myself in her deep eyes—

Ah! then I ask no other earthly thing.

Good friends, beware! the only life we know

Flies from us like an arrow from the bow,

The caravan of life is moving by,

Quick! to your places in the passing show.

While still thy body's breath is warm and sweet,

Follow thy pleasures with determined feet,

Ere death, the coldest lover in the world,

Catches thee up with footsteps still more fleet.

Set not thy heart on any good or gain,

Life means but pleasure, or it means but pain;

When Time lets slip a little perfect hour,

O take it—for it will not come again.