I look out from my window, watching well
The sunset as it paints the sky aflame,
And limns the seashore and each foaming swell
Of waves once blue, now red as blushing shame.
For I have seen the crumbling age of stone
When living and once-living things are gone
The rot has claimed them, now the rock alone
Shall lose its carvèd forms of star and swan.
The blooms once bright with color soon shall fade,
The leaves once green and gleaming fall away.
Of all sweet faces shall grim skulls be made,
And cool spring dew must vanish with the day.
So is affection swept into the night,
And true companions fade from love's warm light.
