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C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the World’s Best Literature.
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.

To Cassandra

By Pierre de Ronsard (1524–1585)

Translation of Katharine Hillard

“DARLING! look if that blushing rose,

That but this morning did unclose

Her crimson vestments to the sun,

Hath not quite lost in evening’s air

The fine folds of that vestment rare,

And that bright tinting like your own.

“Alas! even in this little space,

Dearest, we see o’er all the place

Her scattered beauties strown!

O stepdame Nature! stern and hard,

That could not such a flower have spared

From morn till eve along!

“Then, darling, hear me while I sing!

Enjoy the verdure of your spring,

The sweets of youth’s short hour;

Gather the blossoms while ye may,

For youth is gone like yesterday,

And beauty like that flower!”