Flirtation

Say ! are you merely mine to-day—to-morrow,
 Mine for one rapturous June?
Now, in your splendid eyes I see no sign of sorrow,
Yet … you may sorrow soon!

Say! do you dream of days that will divide us?
 When sometimes you sit mute
Here in the garden where gold sun-flowers tower beside us,
 Here, where bird voices flute?

Say! do you dream or only droop from pleasure
 Your delicate flower-like head?
Even so a proud pale rose hangs languidly at leisure
 Its beauty perfected! …
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