From out the caverns of mysterious thought

Appeared a form who said, “I’m Memory.”

“Go back!” cried I, “I care not for the past,

Send me the form who knows what’s yet to be.”

A shadow rose and said, “You call, I’m here;

Thy future leads thee to the Stygian shore,

And none shall weep for thee a single tear.”

“Avaunt!” I cried, “I will not hear thee more.”