VERILY, verily that day shall come That rounds the sum of worldly destinies. Then shall the gold-browed empyrean rend His crammed repository. Flame, long-stored, In fury shall consume the face of the earth And the hung heavens; till, the whole being spent, Deep-hollowed ocean shall be seen no more, No more the earth, her last foundations fled, And no bird float upon the burning air. This done, who shattered all, shall all restore. |