Love and Time

Thomas Moore

1779 to 1852

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'Tis said—but whether true or not
 Let bards who've seen 'em—
That Love and Time have only
 One pair of wings between 'em.
In Courtship's delicious hour,
 The boy full oft can spare 'em;
So, loitering in his lady's bower,
 He lets gray-beard wear 'em.
   Then is Time's hour of play;
   Oh, how be flies, flies away!

But short moments, short as bright,
 When he the wings borrow;
If Time to-day has had his flight,
  takes his turn to-morrow.
Ah! Time and Love, your is then
 The saddest and most trying,
When begins to limp again,
 And t'other takes to flying.
   Then is Love's hour to stray;
   Oh, he flies, flies away!

But there's a nymph, whose I feel,
 And bless the silken fetter,
Who knows, the dear one, how to deal
 With Love 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!