Love love to-day, my dear
Love is not always here
Wise maids know how soon grows sere
The greenest leaf of Spring.
But no man knoweth
Whither it goeth
When the wind bloweth
So frail a thing.
Love love, my dear, to-day
If the ship's in the bay
If the bird has come your way
That sings on summer trees.
When his song faileth
And the ship saileth
No voice availeth
To call back these.
Song
Charlotte Mary Mew
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Poem topics: song, spring, summer, wind, bird, voice, wise, dear, Valentine's Day, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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