- last line
- For that which was not—for that which had no form—for that which had no thought—for that which had no sentience—for that which was soulless, yet of which matter formed no portion—for all this nothingness, yet for all this immortality, the grave was still a home, and the corrosive hours, co-mates.
- title
- The Colloquy of Monos and Una
- publication date
- 1841-00-00
- first line
- Una. “Born again?”
- native label