Cease, every joy, to glimmer on my mind,But leave, oh! leave the light of Hope behind!What though my wingèd hours of bliss have beenLike angels visits, few and far between.
The bow is bent, the arrow flies, The wingéd shaft of fate.
Tell me, ye wingèd winds That round my pathway roar, Know ye not some spot Where mortals weep no more?charles mackay
But at my back I always hear Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near.Andrew Marvell