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An apparition passed me by,
It was the shade of Time,
And still, with cold, relentless eye,
He fled from clime to clime;
And as lie fled, he bore a throng
On his resistless path along.
It was the shade of Time,
And still, with cold, relentless eye,
He fled from clime to clime;
And as lie fled, he bore a throng
On his resistless path along.
The proud, the high before him bowed,
And beauty bent her head;
And of that great, that haughty crowd
All gazed on him with dread;
Even they who mocked him paled with fear.
While gazing on his wild career.
And beauty bent her head;
And of that great, that haughty crowd
All gazed on him with dread;
Even they who mocked him paled with fear.
While gazing on his wild career.
He passed—and nations sunk away
Into oblivion's deep;
While youth, in its meridian day,
Went to its dreamless sleep;
The mourner bent to pour her tear—
He came—she was no longer there!
Into oblivion's deep;
While youth, in its meridian day,
Went to its dreamless sleep;
The mourner bent to pour her tear—
He came—she was no longer there!
