And thou wert once a maiden fair, br A blushing virgin warm and young: br With myrtles wreathed in golden hair, br And glossy brow that knew no care— br Upon a bridegroom's arm you hung. br br The golden locks are silvered now, br The blushing cheek is pale and wan; br The spring may bloom, the autumn glow, br All's one—in chimney corner thou br Sitt'st shivering on.— br br A moment—and thou sink'st to rest! br To wake perhaps an angel blest, br In the bright presence of thy Lord.