Against the onward clock, you stand as were
When springs' of old did share your present state,
Such that in you; your petal's inner myrrh
Have fragranced that outlasts our ageing fate!
From yours of sweetest scent do I detect,
Inward allow you where my age does store
And drawn as bees would to it's honey sect
Are those that youth me young as times before,
Invigorating mine that change my sight:
How I view me and all mine were distained
And have my burrows filled by youthful might
That when your eyes are far; you have remained:

By cause your essence lends it's grace to mine
To withhold time; I name your grace devine!