And clothed the crumbling spoils of time.
There was I fix'd, I know not how,
Condemn'd for untold years to stay:
Yet years were not;—one dreadful now
Endured no change of night or day;
The same mild evening's sleeping ray
Shone softly-solemn and serene,
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And all that time I gazed away,
The setting sun's sad rays were seen.