AP Spanish Literature: Soneto XXIII

So long as of red rose and lily white
the proper colors of your face now show,
and your impassioned, fervent, honest glance

inflames the heart and holds it close in tow;
and so long as your hair, which in a vein

of gold was mined, endowed with rapid flight,

around your lovely white, and haughty throat

the wind can still move, scatter, and uncomb;

go, pluck now from the spring of your delight

the sweetest fruit, before the angry years

can wrap the lovely peak in snowy scenes.

The icy wind will cause the rose to wilt,

and all things will be changed by fickle time,

so as to never change its own routine.