Stanzas
- 1Could Love for ever
- 2Run like a river,
- 3And Time's endeavour
- 4Be tried in vain--
- 5No other pleasure
- 6With this could measure;
- 7And like a treasure
- 8We'd hug the chain.
- 9But since our sighing
- 10Ends not in dying,
- 11And, formed for flying,
- 12Love plumes his
wing;
- 13Then for this reason
- 14Let's love a season;
- 15But let that season be only Spring.
- 16When lovers parted
- 17Feel broken-hearted,
- 18And, all hopes thwarted,
- 19Expect to die;
- 20A few years older,
- 21Ah! how much colder
- 22They might behold her
- 23For whom they sigh!
- 24When linked together,
- 25In every weather,
- 26They pluck Love's feather
- 27From out his wing--
- 28He'll stay for ever,
- 29But sadly shiver
- 30Without his plumage, when past the
Spring.
- 31Like Chiefs of Faction,
- 32His life is action--
- 33A formal paction
- 34That curbs his reign,
- 35Obscures his glory,
- 36Despot no more, he
- 37Such territory
- 38Quits with disdain.
- 39Still, still advancing,
- 40With banners glancing,
- 41His power enhancing,
- 42He must move on--
- 43Repose but cloys him,
- 44Retreat destroys him,
- 45Love brooks not a degraded throne.
- 46Wait not, fond lover!
- 47Till years are over,
- 48And then recover
- 49As from a dream.
- 50While each bewailing
- 51The other's failing.
- 52With wrath and railing,
- 53All hideous seem--
- 54While first decreasing,
- 55Yet not quite ceasing,
- 56Wait not till teasing,
- 57All passion blight:
- 58If once diminished
- 59Love's reign is finished--
- 60Then part in friendship,--and bid good-night.
- 61So shall Affection
- 62To recollection
- 63The dear connection
- 64Bring back with joy:
- 65You had not waited
- 66Till, tired or hated,
- 67Your passions sated
- 68Began to cloy.
- 69Your last embraces
- 70Leave no cold traces--
- 71The same fond faces
- 72As through the past:
- 73And eyes, the mirrors
- 74Of your sweet errors,
- 75Reflect but rapture--not least though last.
- 76True, separations
- 77Ask more than patience;
- 78What desperations
- 79From such have risen!
- 80But yet remaining,
- 81What is't but chaining
- 82Hearts which, once waning,
- 83Beat 'gainst their prison?
- 84Time can but cloy love,
- 85And use destroy love:
- 86The wingéd boy, Love,
- 87Is but for boys--
- 88You'll find it torture
- 89Though sharper, shorter,
- 90To wean, and not wear out your joys.