Darkness by Lord Byron. Darkness I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguishd, and the stars Did wander darkiling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air; Morn came, and wentand came, and brought no day, And men forgot their passions in the dread Of this their desolation and all hearts Were chilld into a selfish prayer for light: And they did live by watchfiresand the thrones, The palaces of crowned kingsthe huts, The habitations of all things which dwell, Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed, And men were gathered round their blazing homes To look once more into each others face; Happy were those who dwelt within the eye Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch: A fearful hope was all the world containd; Forests were set on firebut hour by hour They fell and fadedand the crackling trunks Extinguishd with a crashand all was black. The brows of men by the despairing light Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits The flashes fell upon them; some lay down And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smiled; And others hurried to and fro, and fed Their funeral piles with fuel, and looked up With mad disquietude on the dull sky, The pall of a past world; and then again With curses cast them down upon the dust, And gnashd their teeth and howld: The wild birds shriekd, And, terrified, did flutter on the ground, And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawld And twined themselves among the multitude, Hissing, but stinglessthey were slain for food: And War, which for a moment was no more, Did glut himself again;a meal was bought With blood, and each sate sullenly apart Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left; All earth was but one thoughtand that was death, Immediate and inglorious; and the pang Of famine fed upon all entrailsmen Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh; The meagre by the meagre were devoured, Even dogs assaild their masters, all save one, And he was faithful to a corse, and kept The birds and beasts and famishd men at bay, Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead Lured their lank jaws; himself sought out no food, But with a piteous and perpetual moan, And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand Which answered not with a caresshe died. The crowd was famishd by degrees; but two Of and enormous city did survive, And they were enemies; they met beside The dying embers of an alter-place, Where had been heapd a mass of holy things Fr an unholy usage; they raked up, And shivering scraped with their cold skeleton hands The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath Blew for a little life, and made a flame Which was a mockery; then they lifted up Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld Each others aspectssaw, and shriekd, and died Even of their mutual hideousness they died, Unknowing who he was upon whose brow Famine had written Fiend. The world was void, The populous and the powerfulwas a lump, Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless A lump of deatha chaos of hard clay. The rivers, lakes, and ocean all stood still, And nothing stirred within their silent depths; Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea, And their masts fell down piecemeal; as they droppd They slept on the abyss without a surge The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave, The moon their mistress had expired before; The winds were withered in the stagnant air, And the clouds perishd; Darkness had no need Of aid from themShe was the universe.