Song of the wave / George Cabot Lodge [electronic text]

XXVI
A DREAM

I DREAMED the world of noon was stricken blind: A sun, so haggard that it starved the air, Scarcely sufficed to light the stark despair Of tearless millions shrieking to the wind. Then, leering on the world, a hellish mind Drawn in a hearse, raved silently of pain;The voices died and silence laid the strainOf unforgotten anguish on mankind. Upon their bones the flesh of men grew gray, All nature withered in a wild regret, And maddened whispers scared the ashy sun:"No more" they moaned "men's hearts, like drops of spray, Shall touch their ocean, mingle and forget— This is the burial of oblivion!"