EXHORTING HER TO PATIENCE <br />Why do we fret at the inconstancy <br />Of our frail hearts, which cannot always love? <br />Time rushes onward, and we mortals move <br />Like waifs upon a river, neither free <br />To halt nor hurry. Sweet, if destiny <br />Throws us together for an hour, a day, <br />In the back--water of this quiet bay, <br />Let us rejoice. Before us lies the sea, <br />Where we must all be lost in spite of love. <br />We dare not stop to question. Happiness <br />Lies in our hand unsought, a treasure trove. <br />Time has short patience of man's vain distress; <br />And fate grows angry at too long delay; <br />And floods rise fast, and we are swept away.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-love-sonnets-of-proteus-part-ii-to-juliet-xxxii/
