by: George Farquhar (1677-1707)
POEMS BY GEORGE FARQUHAR
- HE Minute's
past appointed by my Fair,
- The Minute's fled
- And leaves me dead
- With Anguish and Despair.
- My flatter'd Hopes their Flight did make
- With the appointed Hour;
- None can the Minute's past o'retake,
- And nought my Hopes restore.
- Cease your Plaints, and make no Moan,
- Thou sad repining Swain;
- Although the fleeting Hour be gone,
- The Place doe's still remain.
- The Place remains, and she may make
- Amends for all your Pain;
- Her Presence can past Time o'ertake,
- Her Love your Hopes regain.