Sable-vested Night, Eldest Of Things.

Who Shall Silence All The Airs And Madrigals That Whisper Softness In Chambers?

Time Will Run Back And Fetch The Age Of Gold.

I See Thou Art Implacable, More Deaf To Pray'rs Than Winds And Seas. Yet Winds To Seas Are Reconcil'd At Length, And Sea To Shore: Thy Anger, Unappeasable, Still Rages Eternal Tempest Never To Be Calm'd.

Thrones, Dominions, Princedoms, Virtues, Powers-- If These Magnific Titles Yet Remain Not Merely Titular.

Virtue That Wavers Is Not Virtue.