I tell you naught for your comfort, Yea, naught for your desire, Save that the sky grows darker yet And the sea rises higher.
我无话可说来安慰你,也无话可说来满足你的愿望,只能告诉你:天空还将更暗,海水还将更高。
— G. K. Chesterton · The Ballad of the White Horse (1911) · Book I · The Vision of the King —