A New(er) Acquaintance of Thy Mind: Day 5

The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show

I will not see: swift let my senses fail

Ere I the paleness of thy cheek must know

And own it truth that thou art mortal-frail.

Or, if my traitor eyes must look to thine,

And seek thy ravag'd splendour in thy gaze,

Then ere I see the proof of thy decline

Dark come the night upon my earthbound days.

I would not bide where thou art not; and thou,

The sum of glories more than I can name,

Canst never be but as thou bidest now:

Then let my spirit's weakness be my shame.

Mayhap the dawns that I will never see

Of mouthed graves will give thee memory.

Yes, I know, italicizing 'thee' is cheating...