I intended an Ode, And it turned to a Sonnet.
What ye have been ye still shall be, When we are dust the dust among, O yellow flowers!
Love comes unseen we only see it go.
Time goes, you say? Ah, no! alas, time stays, we go.
Time goes, you say? Ah no!Alas, Time stays, we go;Or else, were this not so, What need to chain the hours,For Youth were always ours?Time goes, you say?-ah no!Ours is the eyes' deceitOf men whose flyi...