And Looks Commercing With The Skies, Thy

What Boots It At One Gate To Make Defence, And At Another To Let In The Foe?

Was I Deceiv'd, Or Did A Sable Cloud Turn Forth Her Silver Lining On The Night?

What If Earth Be But The Shadow Of Heaven And Things Therein - Each Other Like, More Than On Earth Is Thought?

Into This Wild Abyss, The Womb Of Nature And Perhaps Her Grave.

With Ruin Upon Ruin, Rout On Rout, Confusion Worse Confounded.