I LOOK into my glass, br And view my wasting skin, br And say, "Would God it came to pass br My heart had shrunk as thin!" br br For then, I, undistrest br By hearts grown cold to me, br Could lonely wait my endless rest br With equanimity. br br But Time, to make me grieve, br Part steals, lets part abide; br And shakes this fragile frame at eve br With throbbings of noontide.