Within Life's arc of light I stand
That lyeth white and clear
To calmly watch upon each hand
The Shadow creeping near.
Slowly the arc grows narrower
The encroaching night draws on;
Black, pitiless its bastions rear,
The light will soon be gone.
This grim little poem gets right to the heart of things, with a rather bleak vision of the inevitable destination of all human lives. CAS apparently wrote this when he was still a teenager, demonstrating a sense of drama and morbidity that is not so unusual in creative young people.