 | Poems by the Right Honourable the late Lord Lyttleton |  |
TO THE SAME.
[To him who in an hour must die]
To him who in an hour must die,
Not swifter seems that hour to fly,
Than slow the minutes seem to me,
Which keep me from the sight of thee.
Not swifter seems that hour to fly,
Than slow the minutes seem to me,
Which keep me from the sight of thee.
Not more that trembling wretch would give
Another day or year to live;
Than I to shorten what remains
Of that long hour which thee detains.
Another day or year to live;
Than I to shorten what remains
Of that long hour which thee detains.
Oh! come to my impatient arms,
Oh! come with all thy heavenly charms,
At once to justify and pay
The pain I feel from this delay.
Oh! come with all thy heavenly charms,
At once to justify and pay
The pain I feel from this delay.
| Poems by the Right Honourable the late Lord Lyttleton | |