Wandering through the shadows, we listen to the breath
That makes the darkness shudder;
And now and then, lost in unfathomable nights,
We see lit up by mighty lights
The window of eternity.
“I have liv’d long enough for others, like the Dog in the Wheel, and it is now the Season to begin for myself: I cannot change that Thing call’d Time, but I can alter its Posture and, as Boys do turn a looking-glass against the Sunne, so I will dazzle you all.”
Peter Ackroyd | Hawksmoor