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 "So very brief Youth's season is, Ah, wherefore waste a single night? Put up your lips for mine to kiss, Take the first promise of delight.

"Upon Life's pale and tragic face, Youth passes like a blush. It blooms, an evanescent grace, Alas, for such a little space, And fading, hardly leaves a trace, Of all its radiant flush.

"We cannot force one night to last, Or stay a single star at will, And though the Pulse of Youth is fast, The Wings of Time are swifter still.

"So much I want your silken hair, Your youth, intact and free, A thousand nights, serenely fair, With scented silence everywhere, Consenting stars and pliant air, Would pass too soon for me.

"Too soon the rising flood of morn Our isle of night would overflow, And force upon our eyes forlorn Its lovely but unwanted glow.

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