Ezra Pound - The Cloak lyrics

Thou keep'st thy rose-leaf Till the rose-time will be over, Think'st thou that d**h will kiss thee? Think'st thou that the Dark House Will find thee such a lover As I? Will the new roses miss thee? Prefer my cloak unto the cloak of dust 'Neath which the last year lies, For thou shouldst more mistrust Time than my eyes