XXXIII <br /> When men shall find thy flower, thy glory, pass, <br /> And thou with careful 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 thyself shall 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/delia-xxxiii-when-men-shall-find-thy-flower-thy/
