To Ligurinus

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O Cruel fair,
  Whose flowing hair
  The envy and the pride of all is,
  As onward roll
  The years, that poll
  Will get as bald as a billiard ball is;
Then shall your skin, now pink and dimply,
Be tanned to parchment, sear and pimply!

  When you behold
  Yourself grown old,
  These words shall speak your spirits moody:
  "Unhappy one!
  What heaps of fun
  I've missed by being goody-goody!
Oh, that I might have felt the hunger
Of loveless age when I was younger!"

© Eugene Field