'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...IRELAND; WRITTEN FOR THE ART AUTOGRAPH DURING IRISH FAMINE by SIDNEY LANIER FUCHSIA HEDGES IN CONNACHT by PADRAIC COLUM SOTTO VOCE; TO EDWARD THOMAS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE BELLS OF HEAVEN by RALPH HODGSON THE SABBATH MORNING by JOHN LEYDEN HAVE YOU PLANTED A TREE? by HENRY ABBEY |