Haste on, My joys!

Haste, O my jocund days
O treasure of delight
And sleep from ceasing flight
O haste, O while your worthy love
Might see such bliss as you delight
Lo! I have seen the scented flow'r
Whose tender stems I cull
For a brief date, and meet it up
A peer more beautiful
O youth! O strength! O most divine!
For that so shortly prove
Of what your realm and fortune are
Is scarce would win my love
Yea, life itself, the heart whose spurn
In wants the days restore
That once enjoy'd return
Return - nevermore