The morning lights Annealing eyes with cold A tempest rides Defiling skies like mould
I see a dream being wide-awake This world is running mad A crazy trick that I can't take When limbo lies ahead
[Chorus:] I see the Nile entombed in a hyaline case So clear as a heavenly blaze The hoary bodies of hippos froze in glaze Sphinxes surmount with lacteal bays Resignedly standing at gaze When croak of perishing toads expires in haze
Palm-trees have bowed to winds Falling to vitreous sands Wherries like pointed splints Stick out of stony bents
Does anyone retrieve a key? Which devilry we meet? Uncanny scenes have seemed to me And overturned my creed