Life’s little hour is fleet, so fleet
But love’s is fleeter still,
So let us lift the chalice dear
And drink, and drink until
The shadows lengthen to repose
And fierce desires still,
Then may our souls view tranquilly
The low-light o’er the hill!
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To Love
by Georgia Douglas Johnson
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