I once may see when years shall wreck my wrong, When golden hairs shall change to silver wire, And those bright rays that kindle all this fire Shall fail in force, their working not so strong: Then beauty, now the burden of my song, Whose glorious blaze the world doth so admire, Must yield up all to tyrant time's desire; Then fade those flowers which decked her pride so long. When if she grieve to gaze her in her glass, Which then presents her winter-withered hue, Go you, my verse, go tell her what she was, For what she was she best shall find in you. Your fiery heat lets not her glory pass, But phoenix-like shall make her live anew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH: A DREAM OF PONCE DE LEON by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH MERSA by KEITH CASTELLAINE DOUGLAS ODE ON THE PLEASURE ARISING FROM VICISSITUDE by THOMAS GRAY EASTER WINGS by GEORGE HERBERT THE NYMPH'S REPLY TO THE SHEPHERD by WALTER RALEIGH |