Sweetling, Try Not to Forget

Sweetling, try not to forget. Lest in trying, you remember; She who blows too hard may get Flame from the deceptive ember.

Let the attic of your mind Keep whatever stores are in it ; Do not look too much behind, Lest you tread the present minute.

I shall pluck the moments now — Only folly weeps to miss one; Let some later lover's brow Wrinkle at the thought of this one!