All unexhaled through lengthened day,
To sparkle ’neath the westering ray?
Who dreams his flowing curls to keep,
While years roll on, in eddies deep?
The elastic feet, that sprung untired,
Where cliffs o’er towering cliffs aspired;
The heart, untaught a pang to bear,
The cheek that ne’er had paled with care,
The eye, undimmed by sorrow’s rain—
How could I bring these back again?