TOO soon so fair, fair lilies; <br />To bloom is then to wane; <br />The folded bud has still <br />To-morrow at its will; <br />Blown flowers can never blow again. <br /> <br />Too soon so bright, bright noontide; <br />The sun that now is high <br />Will henceforth only sink <br />Towards the western brink; <br />Day that's at prime begins to die. <br /> <br />Too soon so rich, ripe summer, <br />For autumn tracks thee fast; <br />Lo, death-marks on the leaf! <br />Sweet summer, and my grief; <br />For summer come is summer past. <br /> <br />Too soon, too soon, lost summer; <br />Some hours and thou art o'er. <br />Ah! death is part of birth: <br />Summer leaves not the earth, <br />But last year's summer lives no more.<br /><br />Augusta Davies Webster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/too-soon-so-fair-fair-lilies/
