Had we but world enough and time
this coyness lady were no crime
a thousand years should go to praise thine eyes
and on thy forehead gaze
ten thousand to adore each breast
but thirty thousand to the rest
an age at least to every part and that last age should show thy heart
but at my back I always here
time's winged chariot drawing near
and yonder all before us lie
deserts of vast eternity
the grave's a fine and private place but none, I think, do there embrace
so let us take our pleasures now
Andrew Marvell (1621-78)
Thankyou very much Ann, your help ia much appreciated..
That poem is by Andrew Marvell, and is entitled "To his coy mistress"
Beautiful poem is it not, a wonderful seduction poem.