Diana Tempest, Volume III by Mary Cholmondeley

"The earth buildeth on the earth castles and towers; The earth sayeth to the earth, 'All shall be ours; ' The earth walketh on the earth, glistering like gold; The earth goeth to the earth sooner than it wold."

John was late next morning. He had not slept for many nights, and the heavy slumber of entire exhaustion fell on him towards dawn. It was nearly midday when he re-entered the sitting-room where he had sat up so late the night before.