CHANGE shall accustom me in after years 
To kingdom's builded on life's overthrow; 
Onward with other poets I shall go, 
Unpraised of thee. though praised of all my peers, 
Until the vine that thou hast quckened, bears 
Its fruit in others' hands; until I grow 
So different from myself I shall not know 
This poor young desperate heart, nor these wild tears. 
But though I change, thou shalt not change with me, 
Thy shrine shall stand unaltered and unmoved, 
And if we meet again I shall but see 
The features of a stranger, thou wilt be 
Wholly what once thou wert to me, Beloved 
And not what time and men have made of thee