I see a fair young couple in a wood, <br />And as they go, one bends to take a flower, <br />That so may be embalmed their happy hour, <br />And in another day, a kindred mood, <br />Haply together, or in solitude, <br />Recovered what the teeth of Time devour, <br />The joy, the bloom, and the illusive power, <br />Wherewith by their young blood they are endued <br />To move all enviable, framed in May, <br />And of an aspect sisterly with Truth: <br />Yet seek they with Time's laughing things to wed: <br />Who will be prompted on some pallid day <br />To lift the hueless flower and show that dead, <br />Even such, and by this token, is their youth.<br /><br />George Meredith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-and-sentiment/
