in some live remorseless frieze,
The approaching days escapeless
With mask and shroud impenetrably
Time, whose inexorable destinies
Bear down upon us like impending seas;
And the huge presence of the
world, at best
A sightless giant wandering
Agèd and mad with many miseries.
and measure of these things who knows?
Resting at times beside life’s
Sobered and stunned with unexpected blows,
We scarcely hear the uproar;
life doth seem,
Save for the certain nearness of its woes,
Vain and phantasmal as a sick