• The nearest Dream recedes — unrealized —

    The Heaven we chase,

    Like the June Bee — before the School Boy,

    Invites the Race —

    Stoops — to an easy Clover —

    Dips — evades — teases — deploys —

    Then — to the Royal Clouds

    Lifts his light Pinnace —

    Heedless of the Boy —

    ...

  • We dream — it is good we are dreaming —

    It would hurt us — were we awake —

    But since it is playing — kill us,

    And we are playing — shriek —


    What harm? Men die — externally —

    It is a truth — of Blood —

    But we — are dying in Drama —

    And Drama — is never dead —


    Cautious...