UNFORGOTTEN

Wakening in the night, the pain that slumber

Strikes with her mace of silence dead and dumb

Loomed over me and, formless, said, “I come!

Bringing illusions lost beyond all number.

Rigid you lie, yet for a little cumber

This flaming world, where some die proudly, some

Glitter like granite, or dream millenium.”

It left me toiled in mountainous clouds of umber.

I lay sustaining all the old emotion,

Numbed as beneath the blows of iron cars.

Then slowly, slowly some supreme devotion

Crept down, and drew me out of ageless wars,

Like a dear voice heard over darkened ocean

When all dim heaven is trembling into stars.