Eros

Fill the swift days full, my dear,

Since life is fleet;

Love, and hold love fast, my dear,

He is so sweet.

Sweetest, dearest, fleetest comer,

Fledgeling of the sudden summer!

Love, but not too well, my dear,

When skies are gray,

And the autumn winds are here,

Love will a way!

Fleetest, vaguest farthest rover,

When the summer's warmth is over!