When Time doth in his sinful hours bring
journey shared to its natural end -
In songs all lovers' hearts hath learned to sing,
So singeth I, and my protection
Where you lay to rest under Heaven's shade,
Heaven's own glory to your beauty pales.
Never in, nor from, these
old eyes to fade,
Though this mortal realm in provision fails.
Will thy star shine ever in tender night,
As a diamond
fresh from sediment mined;
Shall your face escape never from my sight,
And to another's love my heart be blind.
that thou stand in death's infamous door,
For me, the joys of life be never more.