When men shall find thy flower, thy glory pass, <br />And thou with carefull brow sitting alone, <br />Received hast this message from thy glass, <br />That tells thee truth, and says that all is gone, <br />Fresh shalt thou see in me the wounds thou madest; <br />Though spent thy flame, in me the heat remaining. <br />I that have lov'd thee thus before thou fadest, <br />My faith shall wax, when thou art in thy waning. <br />The world shall find this miracle in me, <br />That fire can burn, when all the matter's spent; <br />Then what my faith hath been thy self shalt see, <br />And that thou wast unkind thou mayst repent. <br />Thou mayst repent, that thou hast scorn'd my tears, <br />When Winter snows upon thy golden hairs.<br /><br />Samuel Daniel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xli-when-men-shall-find/
