LOVE AND YOUTH
Butterfly,
Your little day flit on;
Youth drifts as gayly by,
And soon as you is gone.
Wayside flower,
Be darling of the day;
Youth shares your sunny hour,
And with you slips away.
Woodland bird,
Hush not one fervent strain;
Love’s voice with yours is heard,
Then neither heard again.
John Vance Cheney.