Midnight brought on the dusky hour Friendliest to sleep and silence.

The great Emathian conqueror bid spare The house of Pindarus, when temple and tower Went to the ground.

Morn, Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy hand Unbarr'd the gates of light.

Beyond is all abyss, eternity, whose end no eye can reach.

These two imparadised in one another's arms, the happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill of bliss on bliss.

A boundless continent, Dark, waste, and wild, under the frown of night Starless expos'd.

Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.