Twas Beyond A Mortal's Share To Wander

Twas Beyond A Mortal's Share To Wander Solitary There: Two Paradises 'twere In One To Live In Paradise Alone.

The World In All Doth But Two Nations Bear- The Good, The Bad; And These Mixed Everywhere.

But Fate Does Iron Wedges Drive, And Always Crowds Itself Betwixt.

Thus, Though We Cannot Make Our Sun Stand Still, Yet We Will Make Him Run

But At My Back I Always Hear Time's Winged Chariot Hurrying Near; And Yonder All Before Us Lie Deserts Of Vast Eternity. Thy Beauty Shall No More Be Found, Nor, In Thy Marble Vault, Shall Sound My Echoing Song; Then Worms Shall Try That Long Preserv'd Virginity, And Your Quaint Honour Turn To Dust, And Into Ashes All My Lust. The Grave's A Fine And Private Place, But None I Think Do There Embrace.