Just a Poem I am Kinda into right now.
On Time
FLy envious Time, till thou run out thy race,Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours,Whose speed is but the heavy Plummets pace;And glut thy self with what thy womb devours,Which is no more then what is false and vain, [ 5 ]And meerly mortal dross;So little is our loss,So little is thy gain.For when as each thing bad thou hast entomb'd,And last of all, thy greedy self consum'd, [ 10 ]Then long Eternity shall greet our blissWith an individual kiss;And Joy shall overtake us as a flood,When every thing that is sincerely goodAnd perfectly divine, [ 15 ]With Truth, and Peace, and Love shall ever shineAbout the supreme ThroneOf him, t' whose happy-making sight alone,When once our heav'nly-guided soul shall clime,Then all this Earthy grosnes quit, [ 20 ]Attir'd with Stars, we shall for ever sit,Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee O Time.
John Milton
FLy envious Time, till thou run out thy race,Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours,Whose speed is but the heavy Plummets pace;And glut thy self with what thy womb devours,Which is no more then what is false and vain, [ 5 ]And meerly mortal dross;So little is our loss,So little is thy gain.For when as each thing bad thou hast entomb'd,And last of all, thy greedy self consum'd, [ 10 ]Then long Eternity shall greet our blissWith an individual kiss;And Joy shall overtake us as a flood,When every thing that is sincerely goodAnd perfectly divine, [ 15 ]With Truth, and Peace, and Love shall ever shineAbout the supreme ThroneOf him, t' whose happy-making sight alone,When once our heav'nly-guided soul shall clime,Then all this Earthy grosnes quit, [ 20 ]Attir'd with Stars, we shall for ever sit,Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee O Time.
John Milton
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