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

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

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”)

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

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”)