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

The ladies of St James's! They're painted to the eyes, Their white it stays for ever, Their red it never dies: But Phyllida, my Phyllida! Her colour comes and goes; It trembles to a lily, It wavers to a rose.

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

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

Look thy last on all things lovely, Every hour - let no night Seal thy sense in deathly slumber Till to delight Thou hast paid thy utmost blessing

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