Nothing beside remains.
The lone and level sands stretch far away. These common woes I feel. Thus having been, that thou shouldst cease to be. I did groan To think that a most unambitious slave, Like thou, shouldst dance and revel on the grave Of Liberty. Massacre, For this I prayed, would on thy sleep have crept, Treason and Slavery, Rapine, Fear, and Lust, And stifled thee, their minister.