I had a dream which was not all a dream
And, the stars wandered dark-ling in space
And, the icy Earth swung blind and blackened in the moonless air
And, men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this, their desolation
And, all hearts were chilled into a selfish prayer for light
They did live by watchfires
And, the throats of crowned kings
Habitations of all things which dwell
Happy were those who dwelt within the eye of the volcanoes
Their mountain-torch: A fearful hope was all the world contained
But, hour by hour, they fell and faded
The crackling trunks extinguished with a crash
The brows of men, by the despairing light, wore an unearthly aspect
The flashes fell upon them; Some lay down, and hid their eyes
And some did rest their chins upon their clenched hands, and smiled