Youth’s proud livery
Treasure
of lusty days
Not
from the stars do I my judgment pluck
Summer’s
lease hath all too short a date
My
love shall in my verse ever live young.
Actor
on the stage
With
too much rage
The
painter, and
The
frame wherein
All
the all of me
A
man in hue, all hues in his controlling,
To
play the watchman ever
To
age’s sleepy night
The
edge should blunter be than appetite.
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