I intended an Ode, And it turned to a Sonnet.
Time goes, you say? Ah, no! alas, time stays, we go.
Love comes unseen we only see it 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...
What ye have been ye still shall be, When we are dust the dust among, O yellow flowers!
