by Clifford Bax (1886 - 1962)

Youth
Language: English 
Within a primrose wood I lay content
Upon a certain blithe blue day of spring,
And ever near, my lover came or went
And gathering violets ever did she sing
So fair she was I laughed for love,
and cried "Still can I see how yesterday you stood,
Your whole fair frame rejoicing in its pride
And lovelier than the whole spring-lovely wood!"
Ah then she paused, and coming where I sat
Smiled, and with one dear hand upon my head
"O Love, my love, may you remember that
When I am no more beautiful," she said.

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