"Hateful is the dark-blue sky, Vaulted o’er the dark-blue sea. Death is the end of life; ah,..."

“Hateful is the dark-blue sky,
Vaulted o’er the dark-blue sea.
Death is the end of life; ah, why
Should life all labor be?
Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast,
And in a little while our lips are dumb.
Let us alone. What is it that will last?
All things are taken from us, and become
Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past.”

- Alfred Lord Tennyson, excerpt, “The Lotos-Eaters” (via theshipthatflew)