The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety and Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.

And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky,
Whereunder crawling coop'd we live and die,
Lift not your hands to It for help---for It
As impotently rolls as you or I.

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Vedder's note: That of man's faculties is symbolized by the Eagle chained to the rock; and the irrevocability of the laws of nature by the stars bound together and with their courses rigidly defined through space.