Who was the sweetest of my springs, lays deep;
Beneath the soils that once her eyes adored,
Her gaze it seemed the flowers growth did keep
No season since were blessed with sweeter chord,
Now littler do appear the daisy's growth,
Has stains of salt from out my eye impaired
What mirrored the flourishing of my love?
Witnessed by eyes that on her beauty stared
Now seem to turn to heaven's Grace above.
Oh! Gentle buds you need not search the sky:
Abundant love surpasses mortal's guise
And lives on where in love did fix the eye;
Then know this truth of love, that yours be wise:

Remain she does, sweet flowers dear beside!
For yours to view, then here my chest inside!

Since love has us entwined, then let be three
And of the genes that spliced proportion you;
The greater half to mere a third of me
That I proclaim of beauty; now is two,
Tho' loving sin desires you for my own,
Is in that sin consideration finds:
Another be as loved as loved I've known
From beauteous of form your offspring binds.
Then if alike, she'll love a lonely man
Whose bitterness towards his mirror's self;
Be changed from bitter farce to sweetest fan:
Then darling kin be loved like you; myself.

The fate that draws us both could greater still
Live on your beauty and your loving will.

I don't deny; love in heart is life's force
For procreation how we need love more:
Would solve with love how hate does cause divorce
Between own mind and lover's loving core.
Is just then one to love their self alone
To spend their days that selfishness revolves
And hermit nor hermess need none atone
Before their own and lover's sin devolves.
Let here from my experience so lend:
At first does single-hood live single's dream
But love still loves in shadows love does send
'Till even they have taken voice to scream:

And call upon your lonesomeness apart
Than what in love revives within your heart!

Against the onward clock, you stand as were
When springs' of old did share your present state,
Such that in you; your petal's inner myrrh
Have fragranced that outlasts our ageing fate!
From yours of sweetest scent do I detect,
Inward allow you where my age does store
And drawn as bees would to it's honey sect
Are those that youth me young as times before,
Invigorating mine that change my sight:
How I view me and all mine were distained
And have my burrows filled by youthful might
That when your eyes are far; you have remained:

By cause your essence lends it's grace to mine
To withhold time; I name your grace devine!

The grey-white sky does not depress my view:
Most beautiful of things do turn to grey;
How does the sky wear age as age does new;
When colored by the sun or fresh spring day.
Today may not be spring and sky's not young
And beauty from the winds do whisper not,
Yet is from imperfections greater sung
Preserves all beauty checked from weary rot?
I wonder in this sight, do I see you
But is in eyes of yours that look on me:
Surveying all my blemishes as true
And truth is beauty, beauty's love that be:

So I adore this play that drapes the sky
I look on them, as you with me your eye.

When time against my eyes appears in glass;
I witness what was young to be now old;
How quick did timely hands upon me pass
And left a furrowed frame of wrinkled mold.
No year is lost, each one embeds my skin
But did I live them when in times of youth?
For youth did wish me older than my kin;
So I be wise and wiser to a truth:
That age could gift me freedom of myself,
And happiness will follow like the sun
Does greet the morn and shine a day of health:
To add my time is to in time have won.

How foolish were my eyes deceived of time
Now black and white recieves them here in rhyme.

Is it your taking, that deprives my rest
Of sweetly nothings, offered by a sleep?
Does will that motions scythe give shadows zest,
Compeling mine to follow them in weep?
Is by a terror does the dark give light
To my bereft that they by actions cause
When swift in bygone season love took flight
Into the bitter wake my eyes do pause?
No, love! The truest love that had mine breached!
Believes that slumber's time forgets the loss:
A state awake can spirit's love be reached:
No threshold has my love their need to cross:

In blackness calls a love 'why did you die?'
As unto heart is too the restless eye.