Which Way I Fly Is

And Some Are Fall'n, To Disobedience Fall'n, And So From Heav'n To Deepest Hell; O Fall From What High State Of Bliss Into What Woe!

Revenge, At First Though Sweet, Bitter Ere Long Back On Itself Recoils.

And Fast By, Hanging In A Golden Chain, This Pendent World, In Bigness As A Star Of Smallest Magnitude, Close By The Moon.

Beyond Is All Abyss, Eternity, Whose End No Eye Can Reach.

For What Can War, But Endless War, Still Breed?