"Tell me, Flora, tell me, why, Little Love, and Thou, and I, Hasten not to yonder bower, There secure the present hour? Prythee, let us not delay Seizing pleasure while we may: Opportunity, now smiling, Is uncertain, and beguiling; Who knows what may hap to-morrow, Good, or evil, joy or sorrow? Those are out of Fortune's power, Who possess the lucky hour. Come, my Flora, let us try, Whether Love, and Thou, and I, Cannot find a prudent way Fully to enjoy the day: See, my Flora, sure we may. Folded in each other's arms, Raptured with each other's charms, Be thy snowy bosom pressed To this panting, glowing breast: O! My Charmer! let us prove All the mysteries of love, Each bestowing, each possessing, Every wish, and every blessing. Prythee, be not long denying, Winged Time is ever flying: Even now a moment's gone: Death is always posting on: While we foolishly delay, He may snatch us both away. Of all to come beyond the grave We can no conception have, Mortal optics cannot see Into dark Eternity; What is pleasure here, we know, Love alone is truly so; Let us hasten then to prove All the smiling joys of love; Never more perhaps may be Another possibility. And in whatsoever way, Busy, idle, dull or gay, Howsoe'er we life employ, Be it full of grief or joy, Whether young, or old, we die, Lingering or suddenly, Whether we neglect, or care, Still the same must be our lot, To go, and live, we know not where, Be, and do, we know not what." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SURFACES AND MASKS; 7 by CLARENCE MAJOR VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 3. NAPLES by SARA TEASDALE SONNET TO NICHOLAS BLACKLEECH OF GRAYES INNE by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE SENTINEL; TO MY FRIEND by JOSEPH BEAUMONT REBECCA; WHO SLAMMED DOORS FOR FUN AND PERISHED MISERABLY by HILAIRE BELLOC GHOSTS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES TRITON ESURIENS by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE PATH by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE GIAOUR; A FRAGMENT OF A TURKISH TALE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |