Chapter 16 The Fire Smouldering

I look into the burning coals, and see

Faces and forms of things; but they soon pass,

Melting one into other: the firm mass

Crumbles, and breaks, and fades gradually,

Shape into shape as in a dream may be,

Into an image other than it was:

And so on till the whole falls in, and has

Not any likeness,-face, and hand, and tree,