Nirvana

    Poised as a god whose lone, detachèd post,
    An eyrie, pends between the boundary-marks
    Of finite years, and those unvaried darks
    That veil Eternity, I saw the host
    Of worlds and suns, swept from the furthermost
    Of night - confusion as of dust with sparks -
    Whirl tow'rd the opposing brink; as one who harks
    Some warning trumpet, Time, a withered ghost,
    Fled with them; disunited orbs that late
    Were atoms of the universal frame,
        They passed to some eternal fragment-heap.
    And, lo, the gods, from space discorporate,
    Who were its life and vital spirit, came,
        Drawn outward by the vampire-lips of Sleep!