Watch out thy watch, let weak ones doze and dream!
Ah, but the fresher faces! "Is it true,"
Thou 'lt ask, "some eyes are beautiful and new?
Some hair,—how can one choose but grasp such wealth?
And if a man would press his lips to lips
Fresh as the wilding hedge-rose-cup there slips
The dewdrop out of, must it be by stealth?
"It cannot change the love still kept for Her,
More than if such a picture I prefer
Passing a day with, to a room's bare side: