O Space and Time and stars at strife, How dreadful your infinity! Shrined by your termless trinity, How strange, how terrible, is life! (“The Testimony of the Suns”)

And fragile is thy tenure of this world Still haunted by the monstrous ghost of God. ("To Science")

And starward drifts the stricken world, Lone in unalterable gloom Dead, with a universe for tomb, Dark, and to vaster darkness whirled. (“The Testimony of the Suns”)

A prison becomes a home when you have the key.

What silence rules the ghostly hours That guard the close of human sleep!

Within its gates I heard the sound Of winds in cypress caverns caught Of huddling tress that moaned, and sought To whisper what their roots had found. (“A Dream of Fear”)

The cool, grey city of love.