Page:The Dream, John Masefield, 1922.djvu/19

 So, what with sorrow and the noise that seemed

Like voices speaking from the night's dark heart

To tell her secret in a tongue undreamed,

I fell into a dream and walked apart

Into the night (I thought) into the swart,

Thin, lightless air in which the planet rides;

I trod on dark air upward with swift strides.

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