When Winter snows upon thy golden hairs, <br />And frost of age hath nipt thy flowers near, <br />When dark shall seem thy day that never clears, <br />And all lies wither'd that was held so dear, <br />Then take this picture which I here present thee, <br />Limn'd with a pencil not all unworthy: <br />Here see the gifts that God and Nature lent thee; <br />Here read thy self, and what I suffer'd for thee. <br />This may remain thy lasting monument, <br />Which happily posterity may cherish; <br />These colors with thy fading are not spent; <br />These may remain, when thou and I shall perish. <br />If they remain, then thou shalt live thereby; <br />They will remain, and so thou canst not die.<br /><br />Samuel Daniel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xlii-when-winter-snows/
