After an Epigram of Clement Marot By Alan Seeger

    The lad I was I longer now
    Nor am nor shall be evermore.
    Spring’s lovely blossoms from my brow
    Have shed their petals on the floor.
    Thou, Love, hast been my lord, thy shrine
    Above all gods’ best served by me.
    Dear Love, could life again be mine
    How bettered should that service be!