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PROCRASTINATION, by                    
First Line: Wait not until my eyes are dimmed by everlasting night
Last Line: Give me the tokens of your love; and not when I am dead.
Subject(s): Procrastination


WAIT not until my eyes are dimmed by everlasting night,
To speed the glance that thrills the heart with ever radiant light,
Nor wait until my voice is mute and stilled forevermore,
To lisp the word that lends so much to friendship's cherished store.
Wait not until my hands are cold and non-responsive lie,
To stroke and soothe my troubled brow and calm the fretful sigh.
Nor wait until my lips are sealed and closed to earthly bliss,
To greet them with a fond caress or e'en perchance a kiss.
Wait not until my pulse has ceased to throb with joy or fear,
To shower blossoms on my shroud or ornament my bier.
For Now while life is young and sweet, nor all its lustre shed,
Give me the tokens of your love; and not when I am dead.





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