Lord John Wilmot

(1647 - 1680 / Oxfordshire / England)

Love And Life - Poem by Lord 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.

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  • Gold Star - 9,403 Points Charity Nduhiu (8/18/2015 12:36:00 AM)

    I like the way you have put your words. Thanks John (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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