Now, a Poem
Improvement Era, vol. 1, no. 6, April 1898, p. 394
Downing, Andrew
NOW. I want no pledge of Joys to be, No false, uncertain vow; That friend, alone, is kind to me '
Who proves his friendship now. Life's changing year is brief, so brief, And I shall slumber long, When autumn binds the yellow sheaf, And winter ends the song. Then, sweetheart, come today and bring Love's flower in perfect bloom; I shall not care what wreaths you fling Tomorrow on my tomb. Andrew Downing, From Trumpeters and Other Poems.