Day 236: Poem of the Day

Love and Life: A Song

Bu John Wilmot
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, 
Phyllis, 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.

Thank you for reading.

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