"Time will come no doubt, When the sun shall die, the planet will freeze, and The air on them; frozen gases, white flakes of air Will be the dust: which no wind ever will stir; this very dust in dim starlight glistening Is dead wind, the white corpse of wind. Also, the galaxy will die; the glitter of the Milky Way, our universe, all the stars that have names are dead. Vast is the night. How you have grown, dear night, Walking your empty halls, how tall!"