When I Have Seen By Time'S Fell Hand Defac'D The Rich-Proud Cost Of Outworn Buried Age; When Sometime Lofty Towers I See Down-Raz'D, And Brass Eternal Slave To Mortal Rage; When I Have Seen The Hungry Ocean Gain Advantage On The Kingdom Of The Shore, And The Firm Soil Win Of The Watery Main, Increasing Store With Loss, And Loss With Store; When I Have Seen Such Interchange Of State, Or State Itself Confounded, To Decay; Ruin Hath Taught Me Thus To Ruminate That Time Will Come And Take My Love Away. This Thought Is As A Death Which Cannot Choose But Weep To Have, That Which It Fears To Lose.