When I do count the that tells the ,
And see the brave sunk in hideous ;
When I behold the past ,
And curls, all silvered o'er with ;
When lofty I see barren of ,
Which erst from did canopy the ,
And summer's all girded up in ,
Borne on the with white and bristly ,
Then of thy do I make,
That thou among the of must go,
Since and do themselves forsake
And die as fast as they see grow;
And 'gainst Time's can make
Save , to brave him when he takes thee hence.
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