Excerpt from Eremus, Vol. 1 The heaven is silent, silent is the earth!Our dreams and faiths we have outlived, and wNo God looks in on us, r any voiceSpeaks to us, as of old to few or Greek.As in some sore-encompassed city, we.Shut in the citadel, still cry to thoseWho watch upon the walls, pale sentinelsOf Science, peering into Space, What w? And still the answer comes No sign, sound.But only millions upon millionsOf stars! The old, the ancient winds have dropped;A dead calm is upon us, yet at timesThe air in which we breathe, begins to stir, To heave, and shiver as before a storm, The storm of Truth; that storm I shall t liveTo see; I sing bid in the pause and hush, A solitary bird that in this dumbAnd omius stillness trembles into song. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art techlogy to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.