Last night in sleep there ran through me Elysian
Delights like these, of memory and vision:
The long creamy fall of surf on beaches
Which trouble nor rumor of trouble ever reaches.
A mocking bird on the brink of a bog singing,
Then over the ro [...]
He died at his fingers first, and toes;
He said, "They are numb, they are numb!"
But his bitter old heart and bitter old brain
Beat on like a lashed tom-tom.
His bitter old heart beat slanderously,
His bitter old brain beat mad:
Fallen leaves skitter fleet
And elf-like down the street.
Winds have blown the moon awry,
It hangs a half-thing in the sky.
A sorry chimney-pot thing,
Sooty silver in a ring.
Time, the sweep, has brushed away
Half of it . . .Al [...]