Even Learning’s careful patron and Protector,
The Inquisition, is disorganized.
The world is round, and has a Radius Vector;
There’s not a ghost on duty, nor a spectre;
Sinbad is dead, and almost any loafer
Can go, in steamers, round Cape Horn to Ophir.
Then, on the blackness of the Night’s deep chasm,
The anchored earth lay, floating, like a floor:—
Beneath, the shadow and the veiled phantasm
Their local habitation had of yore;