Time goes, you say? Ah, no!
Alas, Time stays, we go."

"For I respectfully decline
To dignify the Serpentine,
And make hors-d' uvres for fishes."

"And I wove the thing to a random rhyme,
For the Rose is Beauty, the Gardener, Time."

"I intended an Ode,
And it turned to a Sonnet."

All passes. Art alone
Enduring stays to us;
The bust outlasts the throne