MYSTERY.
From out the caverns of mysterious thought
Appeared a form who said, “I’m Memory.”
“Go back!” cried I, “I care not for the past,
Send me the form who knows what’s yet to be.”
A shadow rose and said, “You call, I’m here;
Thy future leads thee to the Stygian shore,
And none shall weep for thee a single tear.”
“Avaunt!” I cried, “I will not hear thee more.”