I had a dream which was not all a dream: The sun was extinguished and the stars wandered darkling in space, rayless and pathless.
And the icy Earth swung blind and blackened in the moonless air.
And men forgot their passions in the dread of this, their desolation; and all hearts were chilled into a selfish prayer for light.
They did live by watchfires; and the thrones of crowned kings, habitations of all things which dwell, were burnt for beacons.
I lack strength to turn and leave you.
There's no confidence in my hesitation.
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