• E'en Beauty mourns in her decaying bower,
    That Time upon her angel brow should set
    His crooked autograph, and mar the jet
    Of glossy locks. Lo! how her chaplet green,
    The hoar frost and the canker worm destroy.
    Decay's dull film obscures those matchless eyes.

    Isaac McLellan (1830). “The Fall of the Indian: With Other Poems”, p.25