(So like the last, that scarce one notes the change),
And take a look of immortality,
Incredulous of the Past, blind to the Future;
Not knowing whence they come, from what they are,
Or whither tend. Alas, the stream
With all that went before, is lost below
In dim Oblivion’s world: It were a dream
Most fleeting and fantastic, were there not
A chain of awful consequence that binds
What has been, with what must be. Death and Life,