Delia: Sonnet 33

I Once may see when yeres shall wreck my wrong,
When golden hayres shall change to siluer wier:
And those bright rayes that kindle all this fire,
Shall faile in force, their working not so strong.
Then beautie, (now the burthen of my song,)
Whose glorious blaze the world doth so admire,
Must yeeld vp all to tyrant Times desire;
Thē fade those flowers that deckt her pride so long.
When, if shee grieue to gaze her in the glasse,
Which then presents her winter-withered hew,
Goe you my verse, goe tell her what she was;
For what shee was shee best shall finde in you.
Your fierie heate lets not her glorie passe,
But (Phenix-like) shall make her liue anew.