["Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy,
And shuts up all the passages of joy:
In vain their gifts the bounteous seasons pour,
The fruit autumnal, and the vernal flow'r;
With listless eyes the dotard views the store,
He views, and wonders that they please no more."
Johnson's Vanity of Human Wishes.]
[232] {184}
[" ... my May of Life
Is fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf."