Each must the other take as sign, short sign To stop the whirlwind, balk the elements.

This was their ceremonial hymn: Anon We loved but would no marriage make. Anon The one refused the other one to take, Foreswore the sipping of the marriage win…

They married well because the marriage-place Was what they loved. It was neither heaven nor hell. They were love's characters come face to face.

We reason of these things with later reason And we make of what we see, what we see clearly And have seen, a place dependent on ourselves.

This planet is haunted by us; the other occupants just evade boredom by filling our skies and seas with monsters.

The old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that I Should weep?

Disparting towers Trembling all precipitate down dash'd, Rattling around, loud thundering to the moon.