XI 
The Clouds that gather round the setting sun 
I) take a sober colouring from an eye 
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortali 
hath been, and other palms are won, 
■ nks to the human heart by which we //: , 
".ks to its tenderness, its joss and fears. 
To me the meanest flower that blows can give 
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. 
