Now deep in ocean sunk the lamp of light, And drew behind the cloudy vale of night.
Virtue could see to do what Virtue would by her own radiant light, though sun and moon where in the flat sea sunk.
I have fallen, I have sunk so low. I have messed up, better I should know.
For hours she had lain in a kind of gentle torpor, not unlike that sweet lassitude which masters one in the hush of a midsummer noon, when the heat seems to have silenced the very birds and insects, and, lying sunk in the tasselled meadow grasses, one looks up through a level roofing of maple-leaves at the vast, shadowless, and unsuggestive blue.
Who knows the end? What has risen may sink, and what has sunk may rise. Loathsomeness waits and dreams in the deep, and decay spreads over the tottering cities of men.