Love in thy youth, fair maid; be wise, <br />Old Time will make thee colder, <br />And though each morning new arise <br />Yet we each day grow older. <br />Thou as heaven art fair and young, <br />Thine eyes like twin stars shining: <br />But ere another day be sprung, <br />All these will be declining. <br />Then winter comes with all his fears <br />And all thy sweets shall borrow; <br />Too late then wilt thou shower thy tears, <br />And I too late shall sorrow.<br /><br />Walter Porter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-in-thy-youth-fair-maid/
