But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be.
Dark-heaving - boundless, endless, and sublime, / The image of eternity, the throne / Of the Invisible.
Eternity forbids thee to forget.
Tis very puzzling on the brink Of what is called Eternity to stare, And know no more of what is here, than there