I've reached the pause solstitial. And would fain
Take comet course on new, unbidden track
Than traverse o'er the stale appointed route.
Ay, break the orbit's fond and placid round,
And swim a wonder to the staring suns!
The end is death,—and yet a comet's death.
The rushing wings are round me, bear me up,
And drive me like a meteor charging doom,
When Aratea veils me with her eyes.
[Enter Tichus]