Born and bred; Never dead, Only gone.
On! Come on.
All our life
Is a strife, And a wearying for rest On the darkness' friendly breast.
Sides all aching, Grumbling, grim, and gruff. Swingle, swangle, swuff!
Now a knot of darkness : Now dissolved gloom; Now a pall of blackness Hiding all the room. Flicker, flacker, fluff! .Black, and black enough !