I do not ask that you should love me long
Knowing that love like other lives must die.
Why whisper low, “Eternal as the sky
Shall be my love”? The skies are but a song
Varying in moods as hours flow along.
Even the deathless gods who dwell on high
Behold their love-songs trail into a sigh
That joins too soon a silent echo-throng.
Love me not long, most dearly loved, but much;
Love not long. Time lends no fairer touch
Nor added fire to love, nor brighter glow,
Rather than watch it linger, waning slow,
Losing its youth and soulfulness thereby,
Let it, O love, in glorious fullness die.
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