"Beneath the stars, upon yon meteor

  Ever hung my fate, 'mongst things corruptible;

  I ne'er could pluck it from him; my loathing

  Was prophet to the rest, but ne'er believed."

 

  -- Thomas Middleton, The Changeling (V, iii)

 

a haunting strain 

 

CR

 

[ps - sorry to be posting it again - kindly bear with me]