“Dreams? I have had my dream too long. I thought + 

The sun rose for my sake. I ran down blind + 

And dancing to the abyss. Oh, Sir, I brought + 

Boy-laughter for a gift to gods who find + 

The martyr’s soul too soft. But that’s behind. + 

I’m waking now. They broke me. All ends thus + 

Always⁠—and we’re for them, not they for us. + 