Love, please come find me, there's no time to waste,
Heed the clock! It's chiming eleven ---
Scarcely time to savor but one last taste
Of the Sweet Elixir of Heaven
Though Autumn's love would be no less sublime
Than the rapture Spring's love can command,
As Life's hourglass marks the passage of time,
I'm panicked by the fast-falling sand!
No longer can pace be arbitrary . . .
Hope's river will soon begin to freeze;
Hurry Love, do your best not to tarry,
If need be, crawl on your hands and knees!
Faintly I hear your song in the distance --
Your divine nocturne seducing me,
And I, in my desolate existence,
Can no longer abide patiently
Winter stands ready to enter the gate,
Reminding me of Life's shortening days;
Come light the flame, Love, before it's too late,
Lest my tears of despair douse the blaze
Soon Death will scribe my name upon his scroll.
The sun is setting . . . let us make haste;
No longer can you and I leisurely stroll.
Come quickly, Love, we've no time to waste!
