I Send You a Bouquet, poem by Pierre de Ronsard

Poem by Pierre De Ronsard Collection Second Book of LovesThemes LovePeriod 16th century

I send you a bouquet that my hand
Has just gathered from these blooming flowers;
Had they not been picked this evening,
Fallen to the ground, tomorrow they would be.

Let this be a certain example to you
That your beauties, though they be in flower,
In a short time will all fall withered,
And like flowers, perish all at once.

Time goes by, time goes by, my Lady,
Alas! not time, but we are passing on,
And soon we shall be stretched beneath the stone:

And of the loves of which we speak,
When we are dead, there will be no more news:
So love me, while you are beautiful.

Pierre de Ronsard

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