Hyperion Sleeps
I me
mine--Hyperion sings:
The Devil slept
with me last night,
Lying quietly in
my bed,
He was strangely
dressed in white--
I do not trust
this head.
There seems to be
no orthodox
In the mind of
dreamy shocks,
For the evening
was one time,
I will order it
for this rhyme.
Sleep swept itself
across my limbs,
Washing over the
Eye that whims,
To enter the world
of greenest pasture;
Of thoughts I
know, that is sure.
My sleeping
sweepers gazed the field,
Searching endlessly
for human motion.
Across the
green--it did yield--
I saw the
strangest commotion.
I can only answer
for what I saw
As quite the
oddest sight--
At present, I am
still in awe
For what it was
last night:
There they were,
ten tiny gnomes,
Come they did, fresh
from their homes.
In the green,
their purple stood
Before me, waving
bad and good.
The puppets they
were addressed,
If I should be
their guest?
I felt no other
choice or course--
Of that dream I
have remorse.
I followed the
group in spirits good.
“Where are we
going?” Thought I asked.
And an answer, I
thought they should--
Ah, the mind spoke
not the masked.
Tonight, today,
tomorrow as well,
Sleep is but easy
waste--no!
Grandeur, the
vision of hell--
I saw a castle’s
stormy glow.
Explanation, come
to this stand,
Describe for me
this mason land
Of walls, and
peaks, and gates.
Upon the other
side, what waits?
Solution, problem,
answer found?
My sleeping person
rolls around,
To this the vision
thins and thins,
For sleep escapes
the skins.
Trust yourself
Hyperion--you do--
The reason is in
blindness danced,
The picture fades
away from you,
Cause: Your
person’s body’s lanced.
Forms come to the
rational call.
The restless
moving began to slow,
No longer
worry--of Hyperion fall?--
The dream
continues spirit Plato.
Ah, the castle
again so morbid drawn
Can only lay
insult to the lawn.
I see one gate,
there they go,
To meet the
owner--frightfully so.
No welcome came
for me, the guest,
And of attire, I
was not the best.
Then the greetings
came to shock me quick,
The ugly face made
me sick.
The horrid
thing--the horrid thing
Was Satan--Was
Satan, the Dark Prince!
The horrid
thing--the horrid thing
Was Satan--Was
Satan, the Dark Prince!
The newly pining
Titan-me heard
A waving ocean
near my side,
Then came that dreadful
word,
Satan said to me,
“you DIED.”
Screaming to hell
bound death, breathe!!!
The water’s flow
was that of Lethe:
Treachery overcame
my living’s rape,
I knew of Hades
the quick escape:
My bed was
hell-hot as I awoke
To breathe on
fire, O, I choke!
Repent was
senseless, the dream real,
My pain is
endless--Satan’s deal.
He never left my
bed again,
That devil shares
my sights,
My soul is His
successful gain
Satan bargains at
dreamy nights!
We us ours--sing!
