Alas, poor Queen of Beauty! In my heart br I could weep for you and your sad graceless doom. br You stand at my life's threshold in the part br Of king's chief jester in the ante--room, br And none more near the throne. You made us sport br According to your folly, and passed on, br And now you live with pension in Love's Court, br And privilege to jest and wear the crown. br Yes, I could weep for you. Your part it was br To strike the cymbals on a night sublime br For Love's first bridal dance. Alas, alas! br Time, the avenger of our manhood's prime, br Is gathering all life courtiers to his cell, br And you among the rest. So fare you well.