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(See “Theme and Variations” explanation before reading.)

If all the world and love were young
I’d never hear of sadness of sung
And you and I, my king, would live
In timeless moments love doth give.

Time drives the flocks from field to fold,
From shepherds young to kings of old,
From near escapes and daring lies
To forced remarriage, endless cries.

The flowers do fade, and wanton fields,
The barren womb that never yields.
A jealous mock–despair, regret
Unyielding laws that ne’er forget.

Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of Roses
Thy beauty, gasps, and shy reposes,
O Bathsheba, how might I compare?
He courted the grave1 for your affair.

Thy belt of straw and Ivy buds
Thy quilts of skies with goss’mer scuds,
O Abigail, I pale to thee,
So lovely, virtuous, and free.

But could youth last, and love still breed,
Our love would birth what all we need.
And you and I, my king, would live
In timeless moments love doth give.

Varied from Sir Walter Raleigh’s poem “The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd”.