Then gazing up mid the dim pillars high, The foliaged marble forest where ye lie, Hush, ye will say, it is eternity! This is the glimmering verge of heaven, and there The columns of the heavenly palaces. Matthew ArnoldThe Tomb.
Those spacious regions where our fancies roam, Paind by the past, expecting ills to come, In some dread moment, by the fates assignd, Shall pass away, nor leave a rack behind; And Times revolving wheels shall lose at last The speed that spins the future and the past: And, sovereign of an undisputed throne, Awful eternity shall reign alone. PetrarchTriumph of Eternity. L. 102.
The time will come when every change shall cease, This quick revolving wheel shall rest in peace: No summer then shall glow, nor winter freeze; Nothing shall be to come, and nothing past, But an eternal now shall ever last. PetrarchTriumph of Eternity. L. 117.