|Ophelia, by John Everett Millais|
Slip past, slip fast,
Uncounted hours from first to last,Many hours till the last is past,
Many hours dwindling to one —
One hour whose die is cast,
One last hour gone.
Come, gone-gone for ever —
Gone as an unreturning river —Gone as to death the merriest liver —
Gone as the year at the dying fall —
Tomorrow, today, yesterday, never —
Gone once for all.