Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Time and Love

Time flies.  The swift hours hurry by
And speed us on to untried ways;
New seasons ripen, perish, die,
And yet love stays.
The old, old love– like sweet at first,
At last like bitter wine—
I know not if it blest or curst,
Thy life and mine.
 
Time flies.  In vain our prayers, our tears,
We cannot tempt him to delays;
Down to the past he bears the years,
And yet love stays.
Through changing task and varying dream
We hear the same refrain,
As one can hear a plaintive theme
Run through each strain.
 
Time flies.  He steals out pulsing youth,
He robs us of our care-free days,
He takes away our trust and truth,
And yet love stays.
O Time! take love!  When love is vain,
When all its best joys die—
When only its regrets remain—
Let love, too, fly.
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