Ah! Changed And Cold, How Changed And Very Cold, With Stiffened Smiling Lips And Cold Calm Eyes: Changed, Yet The Same; Much Knowing, Little Wise; This Was The Promise Of The Days Of Old! Grown Hard And Stubborn In The Ancient Mould, Grown Rigid In The Sham Of Lifelong Lies: We Hoped For Better Things As Years Would Rise, But It Is Over As A Tale Once Told. All Fallen The Blossom That No Fruitage Bore, All Lost The Present And The Future Time, All Lost, All Lost, The Lapse That Went Before: So Lost Till Death Shut-To The Opened Door, So Lost From Chime To Everlasting Chime, So Cold And Lost For Ever Evermore.