IF I should gather up my waste-worn hours,
Dead blooms of passion heaped about my feet,
And breathe again their mellow fragrance sweet
And drowsy with the love wan time endowers;
If all the squandered wealth of time were mine
Years of ambition mute, the refuse stale
Flung into chaos potent to exhale
Hopes, weak and shameful, still to me divine;
If all the winds of wedded heaven and hell
Bore up my soul to search the dizziest height;
If every memory of far delight
Flooded desire upon one boundless swell;
While still I hold omnipotence and seem
One with all time, what shall mine anguish be
When dark derisive deeps in agony
Awake me to the horror of a dream !
(E J Rupert Atkinson)
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