An Hour
I once dreamt dreams to hold the sky
And that I, as I grasp, shan’t die—
An Everest out to touch the stars
Rising to meet destiny afar;
That I, in my time, shall awake
With an empire of my hands make;
But this lone dragon must defy
The banal farmers growing rye.
Alas, I awoke from the stars
And wrought to start my life’s best hours.
