Love love to-day, my dear <br />Love is not always here <br />Wise maids know how soon grows sere <br />The greenest leaf of Spring. <br />But no man knoweth <br />Whither it goeth <br />When the wind bloweth <br />So frail a thing. <br /> <br />Love love, my dear, to-day <br />If the ship's in the bay <br />If the bird has come your way <br />That sings on summer trees. <br />When his song faileth <br />And the ship saileth <br />No voice availeth <br />To call back these.<br /><br />Charlotte Mary Mew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-196/
