Oh, might it die or rest at last!
—while Shelley thus descends, Mr. Russell in The Twilight of Earth begins more or less where Shelley left off with:
The wonder of the world is o’er,
The magic from the sea is gone;
There is no unimagined shore,
No islet yet to venture on.
The Sacred Hazel’s blooms are shed,
The Nuts of Knowledge harvested.
Oh, what is worth this lore of age
If time shall never bring us back