In these days, I walk in the mirror and see,
What drugs and medicines have made me,
My bones feel thicker than wood,
My point of view is more than that, ...
Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
Though all the summer skies be overcast,
Haply I will go down to her, some day,
And cast my rests of life before her feet,
That she may have her will of me, being so sweet
And none gainsay!