Yonder cloud That rises upward always higher, And onward drags a laboring breast, And topples round the dreary west, A looming bastion fringed with fire.

For it was in the golden prime Of good Haroun Alraschid.

Rain, rain, and sun! A rainbow in the sky!

And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind.

Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love.

But thy strong Hours indignant work’d their wills, And beat me down and marr’d and wasted me, And tho’ they could not end me, left me maim’d To dwell in presence of immortal youth, Immortal age beside immortal youth, And all I was, in ashes. - Tithonus

Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For though from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar.