In the dreams that
Dazzling midsummer laid,
The Stream `Continuous'
Nailed the night
Unbroken aid.

The coloured gowns
Dream-weavers dress-men of safe,
Secure illusionary kneelers of disgrace.

:But may your dreams be golden,
May they flame in red.
And may their figures play well,
May the land swoll swell.

When dream-inhaling eyes
Damp on, dreams fade away,
We feel all naked now
As the real-room make its way.

And so the neck-tie flash-room
Binds you slow time vague
Whilst you yourself file numbered wakes
When worker's makes.

So dream do mend your living
Life in every day,
While we few gipsy-timers
Pat your low time grey.

::For those who see bit purer
Your psychics strangles dwarfish strange,
But as you seem to care not,
We shall not blame
when you go lame.