Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, GATHER ROSE-BUDS, by PIERRE DE RONSARD


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First Line: While this green month is fleeting
Last Line: All joys expire.
Subject(s): Death; Flowers; Hair; Life; Roses; Time; Dead, The


WHILE this green month is fleeting,
Oh! come, my pretty sweeting,
Waste not in vain thy ring-time!
Sly age, ere we've an inkling
Thereof, our hair is sprinkling --
He passeth even as Spring-time.

Then, while, our life is crying
For love, and Time is flying,
Come, love, come reap desire.
Pass love from vein to vein!
Swift comes old Death -- and then
All joys expire.





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