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Like foam and fire and frost / The hours dissolve and go; / Let not our time be lost.
Though the day seemeth slow, / Its feet are shod with fire.
Ceaseless the minutes flow.
Love, let us slake desire / At Life's deep well. Alas!
Full soon our Youth will tire
And we be mown like grass.
Make of this hour the most, / Ere on light wings it pass
Like foam and fire and frost.