I Am Ashes Where Once I Was

My Days Are In The Yellow Leaf; The Flowers And Fruits Of Love Are Gone; The Worm, The Canker, And The Grief, Are Mine Alone!

She Walks In Beauty, Like The Night Of Cloudless Climes And Starry Skies; And All That's Best Of Dark And Bright Meet In Her Aspect And Her Eyes.

Men Love In Haste, But They Detest At Leisure.

Dim With The Mist Of Years, Gray Flits The Shade Of Power.

The Cardinal Is At His Wit's End - It Is True That He Had Not Far To Go.