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TIME AND I
Time and I were friends long gone;
Though he was my master
I would say to him each dawn
“Faster, faster, faster!
Somewhere farther down the road
We will find fair love's abode:
He is waiting [illeg.]e, I know—
Let us swifter go!”
Though he was my master
I would say to him each dawn
“Faster, faster, faster!
Somewhere farther down the road
We will find fair love's abode:
He is waiting [illeg.]e, I know—
Let us swifter go!”
Love was waiting there ahead
In his open door.
Once with him, to Time I said
“Slower, slower, slower!
Love and I would be content
If most leisurely you went.”
But Time ever hastened so
He became my foe.
In his open door.
Once with him, to Time I said
“Slower, slower, slower!
Love and I would be content
If most leisurely you went.”
But Time ever hastened so
He became my foe.
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Now I hold Time dear once more
And his favour curry.
And I cry out as of yore,
“Hurry, hurry, hurry!
Love has made a new abode—
I would join him down the road.”
But Time has grown old and slow
And the days lag so.
And his favour curry.
And I cry out as of yore,
“Hurry, hurry, hurry!
Love has made a new abode—
I would join him down the road.”
But Time has grown old and slow
And the days lag so.
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