I dreamt the whole thing out as I was sleeping; May I confide in you? I spend my days in wailing and in weeping For fear my dream come true. I thought that with no kindly word of warning, No hint of coming trouble, Some cause mysterious one awful morning Made gravitation double. The branches snapped from all the trees around me, A fierce, terrific sound. I fain would run away. Alas! I found me Fast fixed upon the ground. The birds fell down like feathered stones from heaven; The sky was all bereft. Ten houses were before; behind me, seven; And not a house was left. It rained, and every little drop down rushing Cut like a leaden ball. The air grew denser; pressing, strangling, crushing. I tottered to my fall, And then awoke from out my fearful sleeping. And now, what shall we do? I spend my days in wailing and in weeping. Might not my dream come true? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOTHER IN THE HOUSE by HERMANN HAGEDORN UNDERNEATH THE BOUGH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A NAMELESS EPITAPH (2) by MATTHEW ARNOLD SEARCHLIGHTS by MILDRED SUTTON BRENEMAN TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. WHEN A THOUSAND YEARS HAVE PASSED by EDWARD CARPENTER |