Every street lamp that I pass Beats like a fatalistic drum, And through the spaces of the dark Midnight shakes the memory As a madman shakes a dead g… - T. S. Eliot

And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.

The majority of mankind is lazy-minded, incurious, absorbed in vanities, and tepid in emotion, and is therefore incapable of either much doubt or much faith; and when the ordinary man calls himself a sceptic or an unbeliever, that is ordinarily a simple pose, cloaking a disinclination to think anything out to a conclusion.

In this decayed hole among the mountains</br>In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing</br>Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel</br>There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.

I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you
Which shall be the darkness of God.