All Lovely Things

All lovely things will have an ending,

All lovely will fade and die,

And youth, that’s now so bravely spending,

Will beg a penny by and by.

Fine ladies soon are all forgotten,

And goldenrod is dust when dead,

The sweetest flesh and flowers are rotten

And cobwebs tent the brightest head.

Come back, true love! Sweet youth, return!

But time goes on, and will, unheeding,

Though hands will search, and eyes will yearn,

And the wild days  set true hearts bleeding.

Come back, true love! Sweet youth, remain!

But goldenrod and daisies wither,

And over them blows autumn rain,

They pass, they pass, and know not whither.

Author Aiken, Conrad Potter

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