National Poetry Month, Day 24

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Continuing with the carpe diem theme...



Song: Persuasions to Enjoy

If the quick spirits in your eye
Now languish and anon must die;
If every sweet and every grace
Must fly from that forsaken face;
Then, Celia, let us reap our joys
Ere time such goodly fruit destroys.

Or, if that golden fleece must grow
For ever free from aged snow;
If those bright suns must know no shade,
Nor your fresh beauties ever fade;
Then fear not, Celia, to bestow,
What, still being gather'd, still must grow.
Thus, either Time his sickle brings
In vain, or else in vain his wings.