Ah, look my love and see the clock
That, unresisted, ticks away;
Hear how its chimes our loving mock
And argue that we waste the day.
O, if the clock could cease to chime,
Then patience might a virtue be:
For we two would have all the time
We wished to be just you and me.
But yet the minutes tick themselves
Away in desperate insistence
And time into our loving delves
And finds there no resistance.
So quickly take enjoyment of
The fragile hours of our love.
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