DREAM’S END

Green hills

And sun-drowned valley

Deep in dreaming.

But when the temblor struck

How that world rose up

With rending quake

And mountain roar,

Wild with coming awake.

Survey the dark damage:

The hills—ravished, un-greened;

Carved rock—scarred and bleak;

And struggling to a new pulse-beat,

The sunless valley

Shadowed by an escarped sleep.