Abash'd the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is.
All is not lost, the unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and the courage never to submit or yield.
What am I pondering, you ask? So help me God, immortality.
Have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea.
Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth.
The starry cope Of heaven.