Despite the time thy life's light was but shade
That could have conquered Beauty o'er and o'er,
The splendour thine doth e'er refuse to fade
And grows indeed, in my eye, each day more.
Days cannot, will not, see thy Beauty stained,
No matter how a barrage they do send -
To empty out the ocean while it rained
With but one's hands would find a quicker end.
Old Time has tried, no doubt; for first time failed;
'Tis in a mortal, thee, he finds defeat:
In effort, with much hardship he assailed
Thy glory-grace - the only match he'll meet.
So laugh at Time! only to thee resigned -
Thou hast all for which mortals ever pined.
Pencil Drawing IV
I've done this picture several times. This one is rather old... mid/late 2001. I've done it several times since and got it almost right perhaps once in my biro drawing. I like it because it's pretty typical of him and that time in his life, whatever that was, whatever that means. Whatever, I think it's a real beautiful picture.
Dedicated to Jackie, for liking this one.
