Still Paying, Still To Owe. Eternal Woe!

The Stars, That Nature Hung In Heaven, And Filled Their Lamps With Everlasting Oil, Give Due Light To The Misled And Lonely Traveller.

Believe And Be Confirmed.

Let No Man Seek Henceforth To Be Foretold That Shall Befall Him Or His Children.

... Then There Was War In Heaven. But It Was Not Angels. It Was That Small Golden Zeppelin, Like A Long Oval World, High Up. It Seemed As If The Cosmic Order Were Gone, As If There Had Come A New Order, A New Heavens Above Us: And As If The World In Anger Were Trying To Revoke It.

For To Interpose A Little Ease, Let Our Frail Thoughts Dally With False Surmise.