Where are the eyes that remember your beauty?
Where is the lover whose lingering eyes
Remember the vision by which they were haunted,
Remember the one thing his whole being wanted,
When you took the Spring and his youth by surprise?
Why can we hardly imagine its blooming
When we consider a rose overblown?
Why should the mind with its outlook immortal
Join with those thoughts which dwell more on the portal
Less on the threshold of loveliness gone?