The Maid to Her Laggard Lover

by Florence Randal Livesay
Hesitate no more, Beloved;
Weigh not gain and loss—

I have crossed the rapid river
The Danube I shall cross.

If much longer, my Beloved,
Pondering, you wait,
All your wheat in fields shall winter
Harvested too late.
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