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“Ah, Lalage! while life is ours, Hoard not thy beauty rose and white, But pluck the pretty fleeing flowers That deck our little path of light: For all too soon we twain shall tread The bitter pastures of the dead: Estranged, sad spectres of the night.” LifeDeathPoetryLivingTransience Book:The Poems And Prose Of Ernest Dowson Source: The Poems And Prose Of Ernest Dowson