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(TO R.A.C.)

We are tomorrow’s past. O love, beware

lest lightly do we build what soon will fall,

and take too freely what is given us,

outstay our welcome with felicity,

and cast our doom on unsuspecting years.

Tomorrow this will be a yesterday;

a circle inwards from the outer tree,

a bit of rain that now has fed the flower.

Therefore, O love, beware lest lightly we

take our brief divinity and fail

and see no further than each other’s eye

and then consume and turn to dust and die.