Oh! All things are long passed away and far. A light is shining but the distant star From which it still comes to me has been dead A thousand years ... In the dim phantom boat That glided past some ghastly thing was said. A clock just struck within some house remote. Which house?—I long to still my beating heart. Beneath the sky's vast dome I long to pray ... Of all the stars there must be far away A single star which still exists apart. And I believe that I should know the one Which has alone endured and which alone Like a white City that all space commands At the ray's end in the high heaven stands.
