I had a dream, which was not all a dream. 
 The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the stars 
 Did wander darkling in the eternal space, 
 Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth 
 Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air; 
 Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day, 
 And men forgot their passions in the dread 
 Of this their desolation; and all hearts 
 Were chill’d into a selfish prayer for light: 
 And they did live by watchfires—and the thrones, 
 The palaces of crowned kings—the huts,