Time's corrosive dewdrop eats The giant warrior to a crust Of earth in earth and rust in rust.

In the season of white wild roses We two went hand in hand: But now in the ruddy autumn Together already we stand.

Let the children play And sit like flowers upon thy grave And crown with flowers,-that hardly have A briefer blooming-tide than they.

The azure lake is argent now Beneath the pale moonshine: I seek a sign of hope in heaven: Fair Polestar! thou are mine. A thousand other beacons blaze; I follo…