1Lost is the beauty that once befell a fair maiden
2To days and nights and a swaying, ticking clock
3Gone is the milky reflection, the piercing eyes of a raven
4When the fate of time, at his journey's end 5came to knock
6Lay down your charms for a day when beauty is reborn
7For no temptress won hearts in the age gone to seed
7Instead let your bitter mind embrace every new dawn
8Grasp all that the cosmos have to teach, untill you can no longer heed
9Sun to birth of sun, you will grow weaker
10Your wealth of knowledge great, from days so short gone by
11The harvest is ripe of seeds sowed, now be its reaper
12Soon the tick-tock melody will cease its monotonous cry
13Time is quick and cannot be out-run by the loveliest being
14When perfection of beauty depletes, only wisedom may beam |