seven in the evening
And he had never finished _ Hyperion _ -- because he had not the heart ! * * * * * -- Come , now , all you who love books , come quickly , and let us take up a subscription , _ that we may save for men the rest of Hyperion _ ! Lost Echo sits amid the voiceless mountains , And feeds her grief with his remembered lay ! * * * * * I have been sitting here from seven in the evening until three in the morning , and I can not write any more . * * * * * Only -- think about this thing . Look up the facts and see if they are not true . These seven men _ made _ England 's poetry for a century ; they made England 's _ thought _ for a century -- they make it to-day !