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Sidney Lanier - Special Pleading
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Time, hurry my Love to me:
Haste, haste!  Lov`st not good company?
 Here`s but a heart-break sandy waste
 `Twixt Now and Then.  Why, killing haste
Were best, dear Time, for thee, for thee!

Oh, would that I might divine
Thy name beyond the zodiac sign
 Wherefrom our times-to-come descend.
 He called thee `Sometime`.  Change it, friend:
`Now-time` sounds so much more fine!

Sweet Sometime, fly fast to me:
Poor Now-time sits in the Lonesome-tree
 And broods as gray as any dove,
 And calls, `When wilt thou come, O Love?`
And pleads across the waste to thee.

Good Moment, that giv`st him me,
Wast ever in love?  Maybe, maybe
 Thou`lt be this heavenly velvet time
 When Day and Night as rhyme and rhyme
Set lip to lip dusk-modestly;

Or haply some noon afar,
— O life`s top bud, mixt rose and star,
 How ever can thine utmost sweet
 Be star-consummate, rose-complete,
Till thy rich reds full opened are?

Well, be it dusk-time or noon-time,
I ask but one small boon, Time:
 Come thou in night, come thou in day,
 I care not, I care not:  have thine own way,
But only, but only, come soon, Time.
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