E'en now thy lot shakes in the Urn, whence Fate Throws her pale edicts in Reverseless doom!
"Original sonnets on various subjects; and odes paraphrased from Horace"
Anna Seward
Then would I urge The strong contention and conflicting might Of chaos and creation, matching them, Those immemorial powers inimical, And all their stars and gulfs subservient- Dynasts of Time, and anarchs of the dark- In closer war Reverseless; and would set New discord at the universal core, A Samson-principle to bring it down In one magnificence of ruin.
"The Star-Treader and other poems"
Clark Ashton Smith