Author Jonathan Swift If it be true, celestial powers,That you have form'd me fair,And yet, in all my vainest hours,My mind has been my care:Then, in return, I beg this grace,As you were ever kind,What envious Time takes from my faceBestow upon my mind! Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 1 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments