Maranth saw the universe collapse
umbrella-shaped around him
and feared he would be too late.
He had lingered over-long
and now there was no time.
Around him the universe furled
and fell still
but his ship sped on.
Thine be the glory, risen, conqu'ring Son; endless is the vict'ry Thou o’er death hast won. Angels in bright raiment rolled the stone…
- Gerard Manley Hopkins O Death, Death, He is come. O grounds of Hell make room. Who came from further than the stars Now comes as low beneath.…