Time...a maniac scattering dust.

“What hope is here for modern rhymeTo him, who turns a musing eyeOn songs, and d…”

“She sleeps: her breathings are not heardIn palace chambers far apart.The fragra…”

“And down I went to fetch my bride:But, Alice, you were ill at ease;This dress a…”

“There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen!…”