Drat verse, And steam, and Paris, and the fins of Time! - Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Ye who have passed Death's haggard hills; and ye
Whom trees that knew your sires shall cease to know
And still stand silent: — is it all a show, — A wisp that laughs upon the wall?

Sleep sank them lower than the tide of dreams,
And their dreams watched them sink, and slid away.

I marked all kindred Powers the heart finds fair: — Truth, with awed lips; and Hope, with eyes upcast;
And Fame, whose loud wings fan the ashen Past
To signal-fires, Oblivion's flight to scare;
And Youth, with still some single golden hair
Unto his shoulder clinging, since the last
Embrace wherein two sweet arms held him fast;
And Life, still wreathing flowers for Death to wear.

Love's throne was not with these; but far above
All passionate wind of welcome and farewell