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LOVE AND LIFE
All my past life is mine no more,
The flying hours are gone:
Like transitory Dreams giv'n o'er,
Whose images are kept in store
By memory alone.
The Time that is to come is not;
How can it then be mine?
The present Moment's all my Lot;
And that, as fast as it is got,
Phillis, is only thine.
Then talk not of Inconstancy,
False Hearts, and broken Vows;
If I, by Miracle, can be
This live-long Minute true to thee,
'Tis all that Heav'n allows.
© John Wilmot
© E-magazine LiterNet, 13.01.2000,
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