From low to high doth dissolution climb
And sink from high to low, along a scale
Of awful notes, whose concord shall not fail;
A musical but melancholy chime
Which they can hear who meddle not with crime
Nor avarice, nor over-anxious care
Truth fails not; but her outward forms that bear
The longest date do melt like frosty rime
That in the morning whitened hill and plain
And is no more; drop like the tower sublime
Of yesterday, which royally did wear
His crown of weeds, but could not ev'n sustain
Some casual shout that broke the silent air
Or the unimaginable touch of Time