XVII.

A final belch of fire like blood,

Overbroke all heaven in one flood

Of doom. Then fire was sky, and sky

Fire, and both, one brief ecstasy,

Then ashes. But I heard no noise

(Whatever was) because a voice

Beside me spoke thus, “Life is done,

“Time ends, Eternity’s begun,

“And thou art judged for evermore.”

As in “Christmas-Eve,” the question rises of a Presence in the awful

scene.

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