THE ASSIGNATION

by: George Farquhar (1677-1707)

      HE Minute's past appointed by my Fair,
      The Minute's fled
      And leaves me dead
      With Anguish and Despair.
       
      My flatter'd Hopes their Flight did make
      With the appointed Hour;
      None can the Minute's past o'retake,
      And nought my Hopes restore.
       
      Cease your Plaints, and make no Moan,
      Thou sad repining Swain;
      Although the fleeting Hour be gone,
      The Place doe's still remain.
       
      The Place remains, and she may make
      Amends for all your Pain;
      Her Presence can past Time o'ertake,
      Her Love your Hopes regain.

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