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

The cool, grey city of love.

As a breath on glass, - As witch-fires that burn, The gods and monsters pass, Are dust, and return. (“The Face of the Skies”)

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”)

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

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”)

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