Wild Abyss

Into this wild abyss

the womb of nature and perhaps her grave,

of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire,

But all these in their pregnant causes mixed.

Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight,

unless the almighty maker them ordain.

His dark materials to create mere worlds,

into this wild abyss the wary fiend.

Stood on the brink of hell and looked a while,

pondering his voyage...