While thus you sit beneath the trembling shade,
Be gay: too soon the flowers of spring will fade!
The fresh-blown rose, like Zeineb’s cheek appears,
When pearls, like dew-drops, glitter in her ears.
The charms of youth at once are seen and past,
And Nature says, “They are too sweet to last.”
So blooms the rose, and so the blushing maid—
Be gay: too soon the flowers of spring will fade!
See! yon anemones their leaves unfold,
With rubies gleaming, and with living gold: