So May'st Thou Live, Till Like Ripe

A Boundless Continent, Dark, Waste, And Wild, Under The Frown Of Night Starless Expos'd.

So Satan, Whom Repulse Upon Repulse Met Ever, And To Shameful Silence Brought, Yet Gives Not O'er Though Desperate Of Success.

The Redundant Locks, Robustious To No Purpose, Clustering Down--vast Monument Of Strength.

Come Knit Hands, And Beat The Ground In A Light Fantastic Round

The Rising World Of Waters Dark And Deep.