A Lyric + 

If space and time, as sages say, + 

Are things that cannot be, + 

The fly that lives a single day + 

Has lived as long as we. + 

But let us live while yet we may, + 

While love and life are free, + 

For time is time, and runs away, + 

Though sages disagree. + 

The flowers I sent thee when the dew + 

Was trembling on the vine + 

Were withered ere the wild bee flew + 

To suck the eglantine. + 

But let us haste to pluck anew + 

Nor mourn to see them pine, + 

And though the flowers of life be few + 

Yet let them be divine. + 