Time drops in decay,

Like a candle burnt out,

And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day;

What one in the rout

Of the fire-born mood

Has fallen away? emp6zSk6MkC+wpEPJX3Is+q08UnfxtzD+m14xYIwwwoQOUnm2BhC4t/kZbdz1Lld