September Poetry -- 2 of --n

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From: js@cs.vu.nl (J$)
Newsgroups: nl.eeuwig.september
Subject: September Poetry -- 2 of --n
Date: Mon, 30 Sep 1996 23:20:09 +0200
Organization: Diff'rent colours, made of tears
Message-ID: <js-3009962320090001@js.home.phil.ruu.nl>

            Stay, stay, sweet Time
            -- Michael  Drayton --


    Stay, stay, sweet Time; behold, or ere thou pass
    From world to world, thou long hast sought to see,
    That wonder now wherein all wonders be,
    Where heaven beholds her in a mortal glass,
    Nay, look thee, Time, in this celestial glass,
    And thy youth past in this mirror see;
    Behold worldıs beauty in her infancy.
    What she was then, and thou, or ere she was.
    Now pass on, Time, what in thy time hath been,
    That they may tell more worlds what Time hath seen,
    And Heaven may joy to think on past worldıs bliss.
      Here make a period, Time, and say, for me,
      She was the like that never was, nor never more shall be.