………………….To Queen Elizabeth
His golden locks Time hath to silver turn’d;
…O Time too swift, O swiftness never ceasing!
His youth ‘gainst Time and Age hath ever spurn’d,
…But spurn’d in vain; youth waneth by increasing:
Beauty, strength, youth, are flowers but fading seen;
Duty, faith, love, are roots, and ever green.
His helmet now shall make a hive for bees,
…And, lovers’ sonnets turn’d to holy psalms,
A man-at-arms must now serve on his knees,
…And feed on prayers, which are Age his alms:
But though from court to cottage he depart,
His saint is sure of his unspotted heart.
And when he saddest sits in homely cell,
…He’ll teach his swains this carol for a song –
“Blest be the hearts that wish my sovereign well,
…Curst be the souls that think her any wrong.”
Goddess, allow this aged man his right,
To be your beadsman now that was your knight.
The Bard on the Hill 
I loved this post! Someone said your blogs fairly often and you’re always coming out
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Thanks. Yes, I post something almost every day, usually in this order day by day: one of my poems, another poet, one of my haiku, another poet, one of my poems…. I keep running across poems by others that I’ve not read that are good poems, like the one you like, too. Hopefully, readers will find some of my poems that they really like as well. Some have.