O come while youth’s bright rosy veil
Beguiles your eyes and mine,
Let’s tread the asphodel of bliss,
And drink life’s magic wine:
Soon time will rend the gossamer,
To wisdom’s cruelty,
While we are blind, my love, be kind,
For soon, too soon, we see!
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Glamour
by Georgia Douglas Johnson
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