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26 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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T. J. LYNCH
{Living)
TIME AND THE VIRGIN
" /^\H Time, be kind and be my guide, now prithee I I come with me,
To where my love expectant waits beside the moonlit sea." And Time consents,—and on they move; it was a sight
most rare, To see old Time with scythe and glass trip with this Virgin fair.
Through woods they pass, till near the path a little
streamlet roll'd, Still Time went on :—the maiden paused to deck her
locks of gold. Her form within the star-bright wave she view'd with
fond delight; She linger'd long—and when she rose old Time was
out of sight.
With beating heart she eager sought the moonlit beach
so fair; But Time had pass'd;—her love was gone, and all was
silence there. "Ah, me ! " she sigh'd in accents sweet, "too late I
see my crime, By trifling thus I have lost my love, as well as losing
Time." |
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