What Small Dream I?

This dream has ravelled at the edge

Of darkness, since the world turned once,

Before me and behind me

When my spark flared

And dark dared me to ignite!

But the world totters, shattered by

The speed of dreams fulfilled,

And skilled in skills

Not of my delight!

 

What small dream I, in its

Entirety, could fly in the face

Of fortune, when odds

Greater than eternity

Turn at my cross

And fling life’s laurels

At the dreams of other gods?

 

David Lewis Paget