“…They move in dark, old places of the world:

Like mariners , once healthy and clear-eyed,

Who, when their ship was holed, could not admit

Ruin and the necessity of flight,

But those instead to ride their cherished wreck

Down into darkness; there not quite to drown,

But ever on continue playing sails

Against the midnight currents of the depths,

Moving from pit to pit to lightless crag

In hopeless search for some to ascent to shore;

And who, in their decayed, slow voyaging

Do presently lose all desire for light

And air and living company-from here

Their search is only for the deepest groves

Those farthest from the night-forgotten sun...”