Just two minutes more!
O Tempus, stand still,
Stand still, I implore,
One moment, until
I have time to reflect
On what I would say.
Give me time to collect
My senses, I pray,
Until I have said
What my courage was mounting
To say, when instead
I was stupidly counting
The moments that fled!
O Tempus! you're flying!
A plague on this parting,
This sighing, goodbying,
This smiling and smarting;
A plague too upon
This — Heavens! it's starting!
Good bye! —
There, she's gone!