#005 Literary Echoes

‘TEMPUS FUGIT 28’ BY ANNA MCNEIL

‘They slept on the abyss without a surge—
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon, their mistress, had expir’d before;
The winds were wither’d in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish’d; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them—She was the Universe.’

LORD BYRON