Where is it now?—Deserted on the beach—
Dying, or dead![869] Nor shall the fanning breeze
Revive its ashes. What care we for this,
Whose ends are gained? Behold an emblem here
Of one day's pleasure, and all mortal joys!
And, in this unpremeditated slight
Of that which is no longer needed, see
The common course of human gratitude!"
This plaintive note disturbed not the repose
Of the still evening. Right across the lake