Now is the latest moment of all time.

NOW is the outmost bound,

Beyond which I can see

Wild hills of Tartary:

Hunger, delight, and love, and sorrow,

That are tomorrow and tomorrow.

Over this Chinese Wall the eyes of empire

Press and peer.

Anxiety and fear

Choke the unwilling battle-cry:

We must go forward, forward, or we die!"

Why have I come, and by what ways,

To this low tower above an empty valley?.

How have I lived my days,

That NOW I front the wild unknown

On a windy tower, cold, alone. . . .

And even while I speak, the seconds rally

To overcome the mind thus vexed,

And are the NOW that was to be the next.