How Well Have I Been Judged By Fate and Time

How well have I been judged by Fate and Time I dare not say to praise engrossing grey Wherefore I'm lent to weariness in prime The years of rested dreams, myself decay. A pile of bones replaces youth's vigour O'er woes upon regrets of parting-meet Memoirs of days behind, the years devour And grind in tend'r-less soft'ning, bit to bit. What shall remain o'er couple years ahead I dare not consider, deflower or think Lest grief unto my heart is spun and spread And fast into infinity, I sink. I shall return to tell my ev'ning years If infinity, Fate or Time outwears.