Streets Of Dark Dream
Steep as the stairs to a dungeon,
Deep as the trough of a wave,
Stony as ledges of rubble,
Dark as a fissureless cave,
Slippery-sloped as a glacier,
Tangled as paths of a maze,
Crowded as slums of a city,
Lonely as wilderness ways, . . . . .
Strange are the streets that the dreamer
Follows unwillingly back
Into the jungles of chaos,
Into the primeval black . . .
__May Willams Ward