Like Eyes That Looked on Wastes

Like eyes that looked on wastes

Incredulous of Ought

But Blank and steady wilderness

Diversified by Night

Just Infinites of Nought

As far as it could see

So looked the face i looked upon

So looked itself on me

I offered it no help

Because the cause was mine

The Misery a compact 

As hopeless as divine

Neither would be absolved 

Neither would be a Queen

Without the other therefore 

We perish tho we reign 

[Emily Dickinson]