Classic Poem

Oh blood-red change! all passed away,
All passed with him the lord of Life:
We, hid in blank night, well-a-day!
Powerless, lost to joys or strife,
Lost to ourselves, lost, lost are we,
By soulless winds on soulless sea,
Swathed, blindfolded, rolled along
Beyond man's voice or angel's song,
Unseen e'en by cold stars we hie
Far up within black wastes of sky,
Wrapped in shrouds of darkest spun,
Never more to see the sun.