I feel remorse for all
that time has done
To you , my love,as if mysel,not time
Had set on you the never resting sun
And the little deadly days,to work this crime
For not to guard what
by such grace was given
But to leave it for the idle hours to take
Let autumn bury away our summer heaven
To such a charge what answer can I make
But the old saw still
by the heart retold
'Love is exempt from time,' And that is true
But we,the loved and the lover, we grow old
Only the truth,the truth is always young
'Eternity alone our wrong
can right,
That makes all time again in times despite.'