For winter's rains and ruins are over, And all the season of snows and sins; The days dividing lover and lover, The light that loses, the night that wins; And time remembered isgrief forgotten, And frosts are slain and flowers begotten, And in green underwood and cover Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
Before the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time with a gift of tears, Grief with a glass that ran .
For the crown of our life as it closes Is darkness, the fruit thereof dust; No thorns go as deep as a rose's, And love is more cruel than lust. Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives; And marriage and death and division Make barren our lives.
My loss may shine yet goodlier than your gain When Time and God give judgment.
Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives.
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