He undermines the stately tower,

Uproots the tree, and snaps the flower;

And sweeps from our distracted breast

The friends that loved—the friends that blest;

And leaves us weeping on the shore,

To which they can return no more.

Time speeds away—away—away:

No eagle through the skies of day,

No wind along the hills can flee

So swiftly or so smooth as he.