Between the cloudland After-death
Where archetypes choke the fancy's breath -
And Underneath, the slave-world's girth
Where confrontation binds men's mirth -
Between, recline the downs Compose
Where thrives imagination's nose.
Above, sky's science-loving sea
Where freezes fabulosity;
Below is Vision's workhouse grim
Where businessmen indenture him!
Amidmost, groves of Artistry
Where feeling throbs, alive and free.
Reluctance here's beset with lots
Of gentle heart-seducing plots,
And here in children's sun of Morn
Congeal the gifts wherewith they're born;
From this alone of worlds that are
May poets hope to reach some star.