I Look Into My Glass

I

OK into my glass,      And view my wasting skin,    And say, "Would God it came to pass      My heart had shrunk as thin!"    For then,

I, undistrest      By hearts grown cold to me,    Could lonely wait my endless rest      With equanimity.    But Time, to make me grieve,      Part steals, lets part abide;    And shakes this fragile frame at eve      With throbbings of noontide.