| When age fell | |
| Upon the world, | |
| And wonder went out of the minds of men; | |
| When grey cities | |
| Reared to smoky skies, | |
| Tall towers grim and ugly, in these shadow none might | |
| Dream of the sun or of Spring's flowering meads; | |
| When learning stripped the Earth of her mantle | |
| Of beauty and poets | |
| Sang no more of twisted phantoms | |
| Have seen | |
| With bleared and | |
| Inward looking eyes; | |
| When these things had come to pass, | |
| And childish hopes had gone forever, | |
| There were a people who traveled out | |
| Of life on a quest into spaces | |
| Whither world's dreams had fled. | |
| But those who has remained, were doomed to death. | |
| After any years the world have sunk | |
| In blood of the silly essences which have imagined by Gods. | |
| And only those who, beyond, waking world and the tall cities, | |
| A merging with the close air | |
| And making him a part of their fabulous wonder. |