Undertango

Devouring Time,  blunt you the lion’s paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger’s  jaws,
And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood;

Make glad and sorry seasons as you  fleet’st,
And do whatever you wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and all her fading sweets;
But I forbid you / one most  heinous crime:

O, carve not with your hours my love’s fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with your  antique pen;
Him in your course  untainted do allow
For beauty’s pattern to  succeeding men.
Him in your course untainted do allow
For beauty’s pattern to succeeding men. 

O, carve not with your hours my love’s fair  brow,
Nor draw no lines there with your antique pen;
Him in your course  untainted do allow
For beauty’s pattern to succeeding men.
 Yet, do you worst, old Time: despite you wrong,
My love shall in my verse ever live young.