Throw years away!
Throw empires, and be blameless: moments seize;
Heaven’s on their wing: a moment we may wish,
When worlds want wealth to buy. Bid day stand still,
Bid him drive back his car, and re-impart
The period past, regive the given hour.
O for yesterdays to come!
How exquisite is this beguiling of time in Paradise Lost.
With thee conversing I forget all time;
All seasons, and their change, all please alike.