"A thousand colourful shadows dancing round my head,
rejoicing to the waking of the dead;
dancing to the beat of a skinless drum,
while the deaf men sing along with the dumb;
ten tin soldiers they mime in tune,
with 3 madmen waiting for a full moon;
the hounds and the horsemen chased by the fox,
10,000 words in a cardboard box..."
When age fell upon the world, and wonder went out of the
minds of men
when grey cities reared to smoky skies tall
towers grim and ugly, in whose shadow none might dream of the sun or of Spring's flowering meads
when learning stripped the Earth of her mantle of beauty and poets sang no more of twisted phantoms seen with bleared and inward looking eyes
when these things had come to pass, and childish hopes had gone forever, there was a man who traveled out of life on a quest into spaces whither world's dreams had fled.
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