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? 7/j9U73fRtjdWXBwgTMU6UkGxjtkJGRGpsG8k4TrSl2QtyDHf5eab3SSv0PPw3/A
