The roar of the night-tide penetrates
    the depths of the faraway hills and fields
    the heart trembles and every beat vibrates
    to strange melancholy it unknowingly yields-

    time, mindless time-- every second and moment it calibrates
    life looks askance and our vain human longings it seldom fulfils
    that which is the remnants of love and beauty hardly ingratiates
    poor mortals we are!  All that which is desired--kills!