For What Can War, But Endless War,

Have Hung My Dank And Dropping Weeds To The Stern God Of Sea.

And Feel By Turns The Bitter Change Of Fierce Extremes, Extremes By Change More Fierce.

That Space The Evil One Abstracted Stood From His Own Evil, And For The Time Remained Stupidly Good, Of Enmity Disarmed, Of Guile, Of Hate, Of Envy, Of Revenge .

Abashed The Devil Stood And Felt How Awful Goodness Is And Saw Virtue In Her Shape How Lovely: And Pined His Loss

By Night The Glass Of Galileo ... Observes Imagin'd Land And Regions In The Moon.