The sun is set, and all the stars are come, br Stars I shall no more see; the air is still, br And my life waits the ruin so near now. br A little space, and I shall have done here. br Ah, God! twelve hours, twelve little hours, and, lo! br The air and these lips part, day becomes night, br Earth nothing, time a skeleton, and I br An angry ghost, or a tired phantom laid br With many others in oblivion. br Twelve hours, twelve little hours, and I shall have br A wondrous change — feel one fierce pang, and then br Fade off I know not where, or like a star br Shot fearfully from the zenith singe my way br Through chaos haply for some aeons till br I reach another air, a lower sky, br And maybe with a baleful influence br Burn in Pluto's reign.