When it’s Gone, it’s Gone, Until it Returns at the Break 0f Day.
Flaming Eyes of Amber Blue Give the World a Solemn Hue.
Old Friends Cast Long Shadows.
A Night on The Town, Except There Is No Town, Only Night.
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter’d visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp’d on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock’d them and the heart that fed.
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
(P.B. Shelley, Ozymandias, 1818)
The Blind Salamander 