And, the Last Day Being Come, Man Stood Alone
And, the last day being come, Man stood alone
Ere sunrise on the world’ s dismantled verge,
Awaiting how from everywhere should urge
The Coming of the Lord. And, behold, none
Did come, — but indistinct from every realm
Of earth and air and water, growing more
And louder, shriller, heavier, a roar
Up the dun atmosphere did overwhelm
His ears; and as he looked affrighted round
Every manner of beast innumerable
All thro’ the shadows crying grew, until
The wailing was like grass upon the ground.