6Haste on, my joys! your treasure liesIn swift, unceasing flight.O haste: for while your beauty fliesI seize your full delight.Lo! I have seen the scented flower,Whose tender stems I cull,For her brief date and meted hourAppear more beautiful.O youth, O strength, O most divineFor that so short ye prove;Were but your rare gifts longer mine,Ye scarce would win my love.Nay, life itself the heart would spurn,Did once the days restoreThe days, that once enjoyed return,Return—ah! nevermore.
6Haste on, my joys! your treasure liesIn swift, unceasing flight.O haste: for while your beauty fliesI seize your full delight.Lo! I have seen the scented flower,Whose tender stems I cull,For her brief date and meted hourAppear more beautiful.O youth, O strength, O most divineFor that so short ye prove;Were but your rare gifts longer mine,Ye scarce would win my love.Nay, life itself the heart would spurn,Did once the days restoreThe days, that once enjoyed return,Return—ah! nevermore.
Haste on, my joys! your treasure liesIn swift, unceasing flight.O haste: for while your beauty fliesI seize your full delight.Lo! I have seen the scented flower,Whose tender stems I cull,For her brief date and meted hourAppear more beautiful.O youth, O strength, O most divineFor that so short ye prove;Were but your rare gifts longer mine,Ye scarce would win my love.Nay, life itself the heart would spurn,Did once the days restoreThe days, that once enjoyed return,Return—ah! nevermore.
Haste on, my joys! your treasure liesIn swift, unceasing flight.O haste: for while your beauty fliesI seize your full delight.Lo! I have seen the scented flower,Whose tender stems I cull,For her brief date and meted hourAppear more beautiful.O youth, O strength, O most divineFor that so short ye prove;Were but your rare gifts longer mine,Ye scarce would win my love.Nay, life itself the heart would spurn,Did once the days restoreThe days, that once enjoyed return,Return—ah! nevermore.
Haste on, my joys! your treasure liesIn swift, unceasing flight.O haste: for while your beauty fliesI seize your full delight.Lo! I have seen the scented flower,Whose tender stems I cull,For her brief date and meted hourAppear more beautiful.
Haste on, my joys! your treasure lies
In swift, unceasing flight.
O haste: for while your beauty flies
I seize your full delight.
Lo! I have seen the scented flower,
Whose tender stems I cull,
For her brief date and meted hour
Appear more beautiful.
O youth, O strength, O most divineFor that so short ye prove;Were but your rare gifts longer mine,Ye scarce would win my love.Nay, life itself the heart would spurn,Did once the days restoreThe days, that once enjoyed return,Return—ah! nevermore.
O youth, O strength, O most divine
For that so short ye prove;
Were but your rare gifts longer mine,
Ye scarce would win my love.
Nay, life itself the heart would spurn,
Did once the days restore
The days, that once enjoyed return,
Return—ah! nevermore.