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.