Alas, alas! for the self-destroyed Vanish as images from a glass, Sink down and die down by hope unbuoyed:''" Alas, alas! Who shall stay their ruinous mass? Besotted, reckless, possessed, decoyed, They hurry to the dolorous pass. Saints fall a-weeping who would have joyed, Sore they weep for a glory that was, For a fulness emptied into the void. |