Could we stop the time that's flying Or recall it when 'tis past Put far off the day of Dying Or make Youth for ever last To Love would then be worth our cost. But since we must loose those Graces Which at first your hearts have won And you seek for in new Faces When our Spring of Life is done It would but urge our ruin on Free as Nature's first intention Was to make us, I'll be found Nor by subtle Man's invention Yield to be in Fetters bound By one that walks a freer round. Marriage does bit slightly tie Men Whil'st close Prisoners we remain They the larger Slaves of Hymen Still are begging Love again At the full length of their chain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HARVEST MOON; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW AMERICA by SAMUEL FRANCIS SMITH SMILE AND NEVER HEED ME by CHARLES SWAIN GREAT FRIEND by HENRY DAVID THOREAU FAREWELL TO ARRAS by ADAM DE LA HALLE THE PHOENIX REBORN FROM ITS ASHES by LOUIS ARAGON THE LAY OF ST. CUTHBERT; OR THE DEVIL'S DINNER-PARTY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |