Down, down the eternal gulf of Time;
And we, like gilded bubbles, keep
Our course amid their waves sublime,
Till, mingled with the foam and spray,
We flash our lives of joy away;
Or, drifting on through Sorrow's shades,
Sink as a gleam of starlight fades.
Alone! alone! I'm left alone—
A creature born to grieve and die;
But, while upon Night's sapphire throne,