“Why sitt’st thou by that ruined hall,
Thou aged earl, so stern and gray?
Dost thou its former pride recall,
Or ponder how it passed away?”
“Know’st thou not me?” the deep voice cried:
“So long enjoyed, so oft misused;
Alternate in thy fickle pride,
Desired, neglected, and accused!
“Before my breath, like blazing flax,
Man and his marvels pass away!