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? /Wj1Ccwah6t0wjIlurS3B5OkB+YsSu+Lq0s5h+CN/5qyGaabJ734/2axrQgdCyg0