The Spike or Victoria University College Review June 1925
Love and Time
Love and Time
Love and I, one sunny morning,
And my Dear one 'gan to climb
Up the mountain, and together
With us went old Father Time.
But the way was hard and stony,
And my Dear one tired anon,
While young Love with Time went striding
Steadily and swiftly on.
"Wait," I said, "wait, Love, a little;
Push not on so fast, I pray,
Or the Dear one, my companion,
Will be fainting by the way."
Then I looked, and they were spreading—
Both of them—their wings for flight
And they clapt them, and they flapt them,
Sailing, sailing out of sight.
"Friend," I cried, "where are you flying?
Where's the need for all this haste?
Look you now! see how the Dear one
Grows each moment more distrest."
Then young Love, he turned towards us,
And to me did plainly say
This, that from the first his custom
Was, with Time, to fly away.
—H. L. Fowler.