Come now, O now, else are we cast apart
Far as the dismal Night heaves her vast sigh,
Far as the laboring Chaos breathing blows,—
Perchance to hurl eternally about
The farthest stars that from oppos�d heavens
Dart fiery scouts that die ere they have met,
So long their journey is. Or, gloomier fate,
Condemn�d sit like stones that once could weep
Forever in the cave of ended things
That deep in some immortal Lemnos lies