A New(er) Acquaintance of Thy Mind: Day 1

And just to make it harder this time, a corona on LXXVII.

Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear:
Wilst thou regret the waning of thy grace?
It is not for thy cheek, though wondrous fair,
Thou art remember’d of the mortal race.
Defended from the workings of the moon,
Relentless in her chase from night to night,
Nor thou nor I can hold thy virgin bloom,
Nor still the sun in his eternal flight.
If in the fading splendour of thy gaze
A spark of all thy knowing linger still,
Then let thy uncontained thoughts upraise
A higher monument to mark thy will.
Thy page will tell the learning thou hast traced,
Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste.