Had we but world enough, and time, This coyness, Lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way To walk and pass our long love's day.
But at my back I always hear Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near.
And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.*
Update: Incurable romantic Connecticut Yankee delights us with "Tiny's reply (from Song of Solomon 2:8-13)" in the comments:
My beloved speaks and says to me: "Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away; for now the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. The fig tree puts forth its figs, and the vines are in blossom; they give forth fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
*Many thanks to our literary love consultant — who notes that "stolen moments are always the most romantic and the most fleeting" — for suggesting Andrew Marvel's "To His Coy Mistress" to illuminate our latest photographic study of the grand passion between our own Sweet Tiny Pea and her mysterious admirer, the elusive Earl Grey.
Update II: Laura Lee links.