THE Earth is a perishing patch of dust
In the ruinous drift of Things;
Yet the sensate motes on its crumbling crust
Are vain of their Summers and Springs.
And man in his moment of vanishing years —
That is gone while a flash goes by—
Finds an epic of long-drawn hopes and fears,
And is weary or ever he die!
Macdonald, William. “Maya.” The Evergreen: A Northern Seasonal, vol. 2, Autumn 1895, p. 151. Evergreen Digital Edition, edited by Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2016-2018. Yellow Nineties 2.0, General Editor Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2019. https://1890s.ca/egv2_macdonald_maya/