Relentless sweeps the stroke of fate;
The strongest fall.
Tell me,—the charms that lovers seek
In the clear eye and blushing cheek,
The hues that play
O'er rosy lip and brow of snow,
When hoary age approaches slow,
Ah, where are they?...
Tourney and joust, that charmed the eye,
And scarf, and gorgeous panoply,