THE HOUR . Take me now, while it is early and I bear Dahlia buds in my hand. . Take me now while still my hair is dark. . Now while I have fragrant flesh and limpid eyes and rosy skin. . Now, while my nimble foot wears the living sandal of spring. . Now, while on my lip is laughter like a quickly shaken bell. . Afterwords...Oh! I know that I will have none of these later. . And your desire then will be useless like an offering placed in a tomb. . Take me now while it's still early and my hands full of tuberoses. . Today, no later. Before night falls and the flower's fresh center wilts. . Today, not tomorrow. Oh beloved can't you see that the vine will become a cypress tree.