His baleful eyes! he curses whom he dreads;
And deems it the first moment of his fall.
’Tis present to my thought!—and yet where is it?
Angels can’t tell me; angels cannot guess
The period; from created beings lock’d
In darkness. But the process, and the place,
Are less obscure; for these may man inquire.
Say, thou great close of human hopes and fears!
Great key of hearts! great finisher of fates!
Great end! and great beginning! say, Where art thou?