THE sun rends the long veils of smoke, and the fogs Of night shift and vanish in upper air: While the eternal huddle of chimneys now To the light pour forth their praise from yawning mouths. Blackened with grief, blistered with lust of life, Unconquerable and unconquered, they cast their spell: Crowding with vague forms the infinite emptiness Of the pale seas of air that stretch out from dawn to dark. Now man awakes to another day, to a life That has forgotten its past, -- that must forget all days to come. Until the incontrollable impulse is exhausted, Until no more feet sound, no more voices shake with desire, Towards the illusion circle-wise he treads Along the track of ancient unreality. |