TIME hobbles, but Love flies; One moment, say the wise, They pass together: Not Cupid's curls of gold But Time's grey forelock hold, A trusty tether. For Time, once safely caught, Is servant to your thought For ever after; But wanton Love will snip The curl you hold, and trip Away with laughter. Yet if my hint you heed, With all his craft and speed, He ne'er shall flout you; Catch Cupid by the wing, For then he cannot spring To Heaven without you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLEDGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SORROW SINGERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SONG FOR A VIOLA D'AMORE by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: THE CONVENT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS JOHN WILKES BOOTH AT THE FARM (JANUARY 12, 1848) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE LITTLE PEOPLES by CLAUDE MCKAY |