Where Are The Visions.

"Where are the visions that round me once hovered, "Forms that shed grace from their shadows alone; "Looks fresh as light from a star just discovered, "And voices that Music might take for her own?" Time, while I spoke, with his wings resting o'er me, Heard me say, "Where are those visions, oh where?" And pointing his wand to the sunset before me, Said, with a voice like the hollow wind, "There." Fondly I looked, when the wizard had spoken, And there, mid the dim-shining ruins of day, Saw, by their light, like a talisman broken, The last golden fragments of hope melt away.