“Kind solace in a dying hour Such, father, is not (now) my theme- I will not madly deem that power Of Earth may shrive me of the sin Unearthly pride hath revell’d in- I have no time to dote or dream: You call it hope-that fire of fire! It is but agony of desire If I can hope-Oh God! I can- Its fount is holier-more divine- I would not call thee fool, old man But such is not a gift of thine.” Edgar Allan Poe’s Tamerlane