Here you will find thePoemTwo Robbersof poet Francis William Bourdillon
When Death from some fair face Is stealing life away, All weep, save she, the grace That earth shall lose today. When Time from some fair face Steals beauty year by year, For her slow-fading grace Who sheds, save she, a tear? And Death not often dares To wake the world's distress; While Time, the cunning, mars Surely all loveliness. Yet though by breath and breath Fades all thy fairest prime, Men shrink from cruel Death, But honor crafty Time.
