I have known loveliness that broke my heart:
Pale aspens thro' an ev'ning wet with rain;
A dusty road whereon the rattling wain
Went creaking homeward from some crowded mart--
A road that wandered like a thing apart,
And made me dream of lost youth once again. 
And what of roses with their crimson stain
Against a wall that crumbled from the start?

I drink all wonder avidly, lest I
Be absent from this world within a day.
I scarcely dare to sleep, or turn away,
Fearing that Death may whisper, "Say good-bye
To this bright scene, and follow me!"
Oh, why is Life so brief? Why can we not delay?