Now Let Us Sport Us

Had We But World Enough, And Time, This Coyness Lady Were No Crime. We Would Sit Down, And Think Which Way To Walk, And Pass Our Long Love's Day. Thou By The Indian Ganges'side Shouldst Rubies Find: I By The Tide Of Humber Would Complain. I Would Love You Ten Years Before The Flood.

But At My Back I Always Hear Time's Winged Chariot Hurrying Near.

My Vegetable Love Should Grow Vaster Than Empires, And More Slow.

The Grave's A Fine And Private Place, But None, I Think, Do There Embrace.

I Have A Garden Of My Own, But So With Roses Overgrown, And Lilies, That You Would It Guess To Be A Little Wilderness.