SONNET VII: HOW SOON HATH TIME, THE SUBTLE THIEF OF YOUTH - Aphra Behn Poems

 
 

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SONNET VII: HOW SOON HATH TIME, THE SUBTLE THIEF OF YOUTH

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,
     Stol'n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year!
     My hasting days fly on with full career,
     But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.
Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth
     That I to manhood am arriv'd so near;
     And inward ripeness doth much less appear,
     That some more timely-happy spirits endu'th.
Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow,
     It shall be still in strictest measure ev'n
     To that same lot, however mean or high,
Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heav'n:
     All is, if I have grace to use it so
     As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.