Sonnet 60
(专辑： Seven Sonnets And A Song - 2016)
Like as the
waves make towards the
pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. Nativity, once in the
main of light, Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd, Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight, And Time, that gave, doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the
flourish set on youth, And delves the
parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the
rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow. And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
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