Universal Key
All beauty grows and ripens by divine effect
When hearts are opened with a universal key
Though, when man hurries nature to perfect,
He must pay fast and dearly her most humbling fee.
If summer’s coin is held in winter’s keep
And morning’s light is sold to evening’s gray,
The blade of folly leads blue eyes to weep
While roses grow sharp thorns to lure their prey.
The vain gratuities of which you are so fond
Do nothing but to lengthen your distress
And to dissolve our weak and fragile bond
Whose long decay we struggle to confess.
The fox his golden coat in winter might bemoan,
Though he’s still glad, unseen, to freely roam.
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