Werner

We have outtravelled light and sound: The harmonies that pealed around us, as Through yon array of dim and distant worlds We winged our flight, have wholly died away, Or come to us so faintly echoed, that Our ears must watch and wait to catch them. Those stars are now like watch-fires, which though seen Blazing afar, send not their light to make The path of the benighted wanderer More plain and cheerful. Before us stretches one vast field of gloom, So dense as to appear impenetrable:— Darkness, that has a body and a form, Both palpable to touch and sight, across Our path a barrier rears that seems to bar Our farther progress. If there be, beyond This wall of blackness, aught of mystery, What power shall guide us to it?