58328: The End

<p dir="ltr"> After the blast of lightning from the east,<br> The flourish of loud clouds, the Chariot Throne;<br> After the drums of time have rolled and ceased,<br> And by the bronze west long retreat is blown,<br> Shall Life renew these bodies? Of a truth,<br> All death will he annul, all tears assuage?<br> Or fill these void veins full again with youth,<br> And wash, with an immortal water, age?<br> When I do ask white Age, he saith not so:<br> 'My head hangs weighed with snow.'<br> And when I hearken to the Earth, she saith:<br> 'My fiery heart shrinks, aching. It is death.<br> Mine ancient scars shall not be glorified,<br> Nor my titanic tears, the seas, be dried.'</p>