One that is ever kind said yesterday
Your well--beloved's hair has threads of grey,
And little shadows come about her eyes;
Time can but make it easier to be wise
Though now it seem impossible,and so
Patience is all that you have need of.'No,
I have not a crumb of comfort,not a grain;
Time can but make her beauty over again;
Because of that great nobleness of hers
The fire that stirs about her,when she stirs
Burns but more clearly.O she had not these ways,
When all the wild summer was in her gaze.
O heart! O heart! if she'd but turn her head,
You'd know the folly of being comforted.
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