Read this poem:
Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?
Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life and shows not half your parts.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say This poet lies:
Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'
So should my papers yellowd with their age
Be scom'd like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage
And stretched metre of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice; in it and in my rhyme.
Where does the tone shift in the poem?
A. The tone shifts in the last line,
B. The tone shifts in the last two lines,
C. The tone shifts in the second stanza
D. The tone shifts in the third stanza.