A DREAM.

By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

That was a curious dream; I thought the three

Great planets that are drawing near the sun

With such unerring certainty, begun

To talk together in a mighty glee.

They spoke of vast convulsions which would be

Throughout the solar system — the rare fun

Of watching haughty stars drop, one by one,

And vanish in a seething vapor sea.

I thought I heard them comment on the earth —

That small dark object — doomed beyond a doubt.

They wondered if live creatures moved about

Its tiny surface, deeming it of worth.

And then they laughed —‘ twas such a ringing shout

That I awoke and joined too in their mirth.