He was not, and has never been!
I made—and will unmake. Amen.
And not for any man of men
Do I now grieve.
I mourn a thought that I begin
To disbelieve.
For, oh! how beautiful and bright
My thought was!—that has taken flight,
And now is almost out of sight,
Dim in the distance—
Soon to be swallowed in the night
Of non-existence.
