Ah when will this long weary day have end, And lend me leave to come unto my love? How slowly do the hours their numbers spend! How slowly does sad Time his feathers move!
Interpretation
The speaker yearns for the day to end so they can reunite with their beloved.
In this quote, the speaker expresses deep longing and impatience for the day to conclude, emphasizing the emotional pain of separation from a loved one. The imagery of time moving slowly highlights the anguish of waiting and the intensity of their desire for connection, illustrating how love can make time feel both swift and achingly slow.
In practice
A romantic card for an anniversary to express how much you miss your partner.
But O the exceeding grace_x000D_ Of highest God, that loves his creatures so,_x000D_ And all his works with mercy doth embrace,_x000D_ That blessed angels, he sends to and fro,_x000D_ To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe.
The noblest mind the best contentment has
What though the sea with waves continuall Doe eate the earth, it is no more at all ; Ne is the earth the lesse, or loseth ought : For whatsoever from one place doth fall Is with the tyde unto another brought : For there is nothing lost, that may be found if sought.
No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd.
I hate the day, because it lendeth light_x000D_ _x000D_ To see all things, but not my love to see.
For of the soule the bodie forme doth take; _x000D_ For the soule is forme, and doth the bodie make.
The fragility of love is what is most at stake here—humanity's most crucial three-word avowal is often uttered only to find itself suddenly embarrassing or orphaned or isolated or ill-timed—but strangely enough it can work better as a literal or reassuring statement than a transcendent or numinous or ecstatic one.
Love descends upon our souls by the will of God and not by the demand or the plea of the individual.
Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!
Besides, our nearness to the King in love_x000D_ _x000D_ Is near the hate of those love not the King.
It was my last act of love (first words to her mother in the hospital after her first major suicide attempt)
Gentle lady, do not sing Sad songs about the end of love; Lay aside sadness and sing How love that passes is enough. Sing about the long deep sleep Of lovers that are dead, and how In the grave all love shall sleep: Love is aweary now.
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