Darkseed

When fourty nights shall beside you brow
and dig deep wounds in your beauty now
Your youth's proud livery so gazed on me
tomorrow will be darkened sealed
Look how a bird lies tangeled in a net
Pure shame and awed resistance made him fred
So fastened in her arms the favoured lies
She found more beauty in his varied eyes
Cut is the brunch that might be grown
with you faith, the treasure of your lusty days
Then being asked where all your beauty lies
I say it to your deep-sunken eyes