Shall I be wroth with Time, that has no stay,
And even dreams brings to a mortal end,
Because my soul to mortal things would lend
Her restless immortality away?
I have seen love, that was so quick a flame,
Go out in ashes; I have seen desire
Go out in smoke, that was so bright a fire;
And both become no better than a name.
I will be lessoned by the years that bring
For hearts forgetfulness, for thought relief;
What bud in spring remembers the last leaf
Winter would not let go for all the spring?
