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Youth Sings A Song Of Rosebuds

Rating: 4.2

Since men grow diffident at last,
And care no whit at all,
If spring be come, or the fall be past,
Or how the cool rains fall,
I come to no flower but I pluck,
I raise no cup but I sip,
For a mouth is the best of sweets to suck;
The oldest wine's on the lip.
If I grow old in a year or two,
And come to the querulous song

Of 'Alack and aday' and 'This was true,
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Angel 12 February 2018

A nice poem it shows love and sadness

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jkpewfjwe 09 April 2018

Hi Angel fjeowf jewiofp ww

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