There seem’d to burst upon my flooded sight
A globe of lustre, an enormous sun;
It swallow’d, in the majesty of its might,
The whole vast concave, where the eye can run:
I stood, I know not where, marking it glide
With stealthy swiftness on its axle, round;
And there were forms, frown’d lurid on its side,
Their names were on their brows, there was no sound:
The orb had blazon’d, Change, on each proud flank,
And pass’d its order’d puppets in review;
First, Death rose ghastly, then as sudden sank,
Conquered by Woe, of sullen haggard hue:
Despair and Hope, Love, Youth, Fear, Friendship, Hate,
Tears, Laughter, Beauty, Age grew link’d in fate.