BY DR. AGONSON
I long to dream again, old sailor man,
for there, further than any vessel bears,
this hapless fool wandered, and came to find
a strange wisdom, a universe, all hid
within a seed. And this, planted, sprouts not.
I long to dream, O dreary, silent man,
for there, apart from all my toil bears
this hapless soul away from here to find
a strange enticing world, and it is hid
within a seed. I sleep, but I dream not.