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 our 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.