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One that is ever kind said yesterday: / 'Your well beloved's hair has threads of grey / And little shadows come about her eyes; / Time can but make it easier to be wise / Though now it's hard, till trouble is at an end; / And so be patient, be wise and patient, friend. ' / But heart, there is no comfort, not a grain.
Time can but make her beauty over again / Because of that great nobleness of hers; / The fire that stirs about her, when she stirs / Burns but more clearly; O she had not these ways / When all the wild summer was in her gaze.
O heart, O heart, if she'd but turn her head, / You'd know the folly of being comforted.