The Works of Abraham Cowley/Volume 2/The Distance
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THE DISTANCE.
I've followed thee a year, at least,
And never stopp'd myself to rest;
But yet can thee o'ertake no more
Than this day can the day that went before.
And never stopp'd myself to rest;
But yet can thee o'ertake no more
Than this day can the day that went before.
In this our fortunes equal prove
To stars, which govern them above;
Our stars, that move for ever round,
With the same distance still betwixt them found.
To stars, which govern them above;
Our stars, that move for ever round,
With the same distance still betwixt them found.
In vain, alas! in vain I strive
The wheel of Fate faster to drive;
Since, if around it swiftlier fly,
She in it mends her pace as much as I.
The wheel of Fate faster to drive;
Since, if around it swiftlier fly,
She in it mends her pace as much as I.
Hearts by Love strangely shuffled are,
That there can never meet a pair!
Tamelier than worms are lovers slain;
The wounded heart ne'er turns, to wound again.
That there can never meet a pair!
Tamelier than worms are lovers slain;
The wounded heart ne'er turns, to wound again.