Samuel Laman Blanchard - Yesterday lyrics

Pale pilgrim of the heavens, that late didst glide With sunbeam staff the violet vales along, Where fountains of fresh dew gushed up in song, To bathe thy golden feet and then subside-- Last wave that sparkled on time's ebbing tide-- How are thy bright limbs laid amid the throng Of vanished days, that drooped over earthly wrong, Seeing how virtue is to vice allied, And vanished blushingly. Sad Yesterday! Night's winding-sheet is round thee, and the eyes That found a health or fever in thy ray And thoughtfully perused on evening skies Thine elegy, star-lettered--now away Turn their brief thoughts of thee, and thus men moralize.