Gay Love and glad impetuous Youth unheeding,
That float away to the lute’s lovely pleading
Down flowing hours smooth-silvered with delight.
And last, a figure of a race despised
Shadow in light, groan echoing to the laugh;
Bent haggard Age, with uplift shaken staff,
At night’s noon knocking, knocking at the door
Of a gray, silent house, of that he prized
Empty forever and forever more.
II.