Are you loving enough? The swift years fly--
Oh, faster and faster they hurry away,
And each one carries its dead.
The good deed left for the by and by,
The word to be uttered another day,
May never be done or said.
Let the love-word sound in the listening ear,
Nor wait to speak it above a bier.
Oh, the time for telling your love is brief,
But long, long, long is the time for grief.
Are you loving enough?
Everybody's Magazine 37 (Aug. 1917): 160.
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