MARRIAGE IN TWO MOODS.
I.Love that's loved from day to dayLoves itself into decay: He that eats one daily fruitShrivels hunger at the root.Daily pleasure grows a task;Daily smiles become a mask.Daily growth of unpruned strengthExpands to feebleness at length.Daily increase thronging fastMust devour itself at last.Daily shining, even content,Would with itself grow discontent;And the Sun's life witnessethDaily dying is not death.So Love loved from day to dayLoves itself into decay.
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