"Earth could not answer Nor the seas that mourn And the thoughtful soul To solitude return" "Up from earth's centre through the seventh gate I rose, and on the throne of Saturn sate And many knots unravel'd by the road But not the knot of human death and fate" "With Earth's first clay They did the Last Man's knead And then of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed: Yea, the first Morning of Creation wrote What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read" With a new dawn, comes a new birth From the first utterance to the final murmur A day is slain, and a new dawn birthed In night's black majesty, is the new-born lain The joy of one day, is the sorrow of the next Arriving at the pain of the future past Bringing to dust all mortal pride Pitying the very lot of kings We recall all despair borne of the last A reflection of man's pain so vast