'Vanity's links are heavily worn,
Upon these quivering vapors,
But I mock their bitter clutch,
For the clouds' paling coal,
Has erected his weary embrace,
Upon this lone rolling place,
Which Decay's seat overlooks,
Glory's echoes and hushes
Within night's pictured quilt,
Beyond Time's withered wings.
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