Of what she was, some vestige yet may rest
In depth profound ’neath Ocean’s heaving breast.
Perchance, when ages shall have fled, that land,
Stripped bare—again unable to withstand
Volcanic force, that will her life-springs start—
May rise, and thus reborn again take part
On this small globe, mere cosmic spark! yet still
A universe whose powers await man’s will.”
“To Ku the Mighty, hosts of souls went back
Upon that thirteenth night in month of Zac.