'TIS said- but whether true or not Let bards declare who've seen ' em That Love and Time have only got One pair of wings between ' em . In courtship's first delicious hour, The boy full oft can spare ' em; So, loitering in his lady's bower, He lets the grey-beard wear ' em. Then is Time's hour of play; Oh, how he flies , flies away! But short the moments, short as bright, When he the wings can borrow; If Time to-day has had his flight , Love takes his turn to- morrow. Ah! Time and Love, your change is then The saddest and most trying, When one begins to limp again, And t' other takes to flying. Then is Love's hour to stray; Oh, how he flies, flies away! But there's a nymph, whose chains I feel, And bless the silken fetter, Who knows, the dear one, how to deal With Love and Time much better. So well she checks their wanderings, So peacefully she pairs ' em, That Love with her ne'er thinks of wings, And Time for ever wears ' em. This is Time's holiday; Oh, how he flies , flies away! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MNEMOSYNE by TRUMBULL STICKNEY AT MAGNOLIA CEMETERY by HENRY TIMROD THE CANON OF AUGHRIM by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT WE HAVE DREAMED TOO MUCH OF GOLD by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE DELIVERANCE by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |