I once may see when years shall wreck my wrong, <br />When golden hairs shall change to silver wire, <br />And those bright rays that kindle all this fire <br />Shall fail in force, their working not so strong; <br />Then Beauty, now the burden of my song, <br />Whose glorious blaze the world doth so admire, <br />Must yield up all to tyrant Time's desire; <br />Then fade those flowers which deckt her pride so long. <br />When, if she grieve to gaze her in her glass <br />Which then presents her winter-wither'd hue, <br />Go you, my verse, go tell her what she was, <br />For what she was she best shall find in you. <br />Your fiery heat lets not her glory pass, <br />But, Phoenix-like, shall make her live anew.<br /><br />Samuel Daniel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxxviii-i-once-may-see/
