One by one at all honest forms of life,
At reason, order, decency and use,
To cramp him and get foothold by at least;
And still they disengage them from his clutch.
"And thus I see him slowly and surely edged
Off all the table-land whence life upsprings
Aspiring to be immortality."
There he loses him in the loneliness, silence and dusk—
"At the horizontal line, creation's verge.