10 Best Famous Precious Time Poems

Here is a collection of the top 10 all-time best famous Precious Time poems. This is a select list of the best famous Precious Time poetry. Reading, writing, and enjoying famous Precious Time poetry (as well as classical and contemporary poems) is a great past time. These top poems are the best examples of precious time poems.

• All Famous Precious Time Poems

 Sweet Love and I had oft communed;
 We were, indeed, great friends,
And oft I sought his office, near
 Where Courtship Alley ends.

I used to sit with him, and smoke,
 And talk of your blue eyes,
And argue how I best might act
 To make your heart my prize.

He always seemed to have much time
 To hear me tell my joy,
So that I came to deem him but
 An idle, lazy boy.

But on St. Valentine his day,
 I found him hard at work,
As if he had a mighty task
 And did not dare to shirk;

And o’er his head there hung a card
 That made me haste away;
It bore these words—
 Please make it short.
This is my busy day!

And so, Sweet maiden; if I send
 No valentine, you see
The reason here; Love could not waste
 His precious time on me!

 Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour,
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu.
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of naught
Save where you are, how happy you make those.
So true a fool is love that in your will,
Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.

 BEING your slave, what should I do but tend 
Upon the hours and times of your desire? 
I have no precious time at all to spend, 
Nor services to do, till you require. 
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour 
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, 
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour 
When you have bid your servant once adieu; 
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought 
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, 
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought 
Save, where you are how happy you make those! 
 So true a fool is love, that in your Will, 
 Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.

 Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu;
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are how happy you make those.
So true a fool is love that in your will,
Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.