Sonnet 31 by Robert Sidney, Earl of Leicester, reads:
Forsaken woods, trees with sharpe storms opprest
whose leaves once hidd, the sun, now strew the grownd
once bred delight, now scorn, late usde to sownd
of sweetest birds, now of hoars crowes the nestGardens which once in thowsand coulers drest
shewed natures pryde: now in dead sticks abownd
in whome prowd summers treasure late was fownd
now but the rags, of winters torn coate restMedows whose sydes, late fayre brookes kist now slyme
embraced holds: feelds whose youth green and brave
promist long lyfe, now frosts lay in the graveSay all and I with them: what doth not tyme!
But they who knew tyme, tyme will finde again
I that fayre tymes lost, on tyme call in vaine.
I wrote an article on Robert Sidney and his poetry back in July so please do click here to read it.