Come, my love, we've no time to waste,
time is racing come make haste:
just enough time to get one more taste
of Eros’s draughts -  the Elixir of Heaven

Love in Autumn is no less sublime
than when Spring's first love sustains.
See the hourglass inverted - its time
to outrun those fast-falling grains

Love is calling from a distance,
Now she sheds her glorious veils
Lest she think we offer resistance,
Seize all the joy her voice entails.

Autumn's last buds will soon depart,
As frosty breezes nip at the vine;
let nothing fail to stir this eager heart –
come love, come song, come vintage wine.

Tobias